Prince Dracula suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if his heart was against a holy vessel. Even when facing the Demon Lord Qi Yan, he did not feel such a sense of crisis.
He always trusted his instincts, and his figure instantly vanished, ready to flee. As for the safety of his descendant, Count Dracula, he didn't care at all. As long as he was there, the Dracula family would have no shortage of descendants.
Just as his figure became ethereal, a liquid thicker than the night wrapped around his feet, making his body solid again and forcing him to stay.
Prince Dracula has also used dark power, but compared with this purely domineering power, the dark power he has been using can be said to be a drizzle.
He tried to use his own strength to fight it, but he couldn't, he simply couldn't.
How can a stream be compared to an ocean?
He could only watch as the dark power spread from his feet bit by bit and swallowed him up.
Its speed was not slow, like an elegant gentleman leisurely enjoying a meal. The opponent could obviously devour him in an instant, but it did so deliberately, as if it were a torture.
Even if he wanted to abandon his body and leave, he couldn't. The powerful dark force completely imprisoned his soul here.
The dark power continued to spread and finally reached his hands.
cross!
Yes, he still has the cross! He took out a lot of good things from that cross in exchange for the church, and he had to return the cross later.
The cross was still stained with God’s blood.
It would definitely be able to resist the erosion of the dark power. As long as it didn't spread to his heart, he wouldn't truly die. The vampire's weak point was the heart.
The dark power spread to the cross and seemed to be stopped by the cross.
Prince Dracula was ecstatic: The cross really worked! The good stuff in his warehouse was not given away in vain!
The next second, he heard the sound of something breaking.
Is it a cross?
He lowered his head blankly, and the sleeves of his dress were swallowed up, revealing his hands and the cross he was holding.
The golden divine blood on the cross shone brightly, but that light was extinguished in an instant. After it was extinguished, the original golden color faded even faster. The remaining divine blood was completely unable to resist the erosion of the dark power.
Prince Dracula's heart also died completely at that moment. He raised his head stiffly, his expression full of despair, and his voice was filled with confusion, "Who are you?"
Ji Jingyao still had a cold expression. He didn't answer his question directly. "I admire your courage. You actually used the power of darkness in front of me. Didn't Qi Yan tell you?"
An incredible thought suddenly occurred to Prince Dracula. It was said that the power of darkness was created by the previous Demon Lord. That Demon Lord was said to have fallen. Although Prince Dracula had never met him, his legend had long been circulated in the demon world.
When it comes to the use of dark power, no one in this world can compare to him.
Qi Yan was the name of the current Demon Lord. To be able to mention the Demon Lord in such a nonchalant tone, Ji Jingyao...
"You, you are a demon..."
Before he could finish his words, the dark power, which had been moving slowly, suddenly accelerated, swallowed up his heart, and then swallowed him whole, along with the words he didn't have time to say.
The cross fell down and rolled to Ji Jingyao's feet.
The cross was held up by an invisible force and floated in front of Ji Jingyao.
Ji Jingyao took the cracked cross and looked towards the camera, as if speaking to the entire world. "This is a sacred object of the Church. Has the Church now fallen to the point of collaborating with the vampires?"
“It’s really ugly.”
No one knew whether he was referring to Prince Dracula or the church, or both, when he said it was ugly.
The next second, the cross turned into powder.
Count Dracula watched all this and trembled constantly.
Is this Ji Jingyao’s true strength?
Which idiot said he practiced the techniques of the Light Sect? He was clearly darker than these dark creatures, wasn't he? Everyone was deceived!
The ancestors were so powerful, but in front of him, they were easily wiped out like chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, without even a chance to struggle. Who else can save the blood race?
Count Dracula felt as if the sky above his head was about to fall. With his worldview shattered, he fell into despair and collapse and could not extricate himself.
How could Ji Jingyao, who possessed such a powerful force, be willing to be the one behind Miao at that time? Don't say that he was really in love? No, he must be playing a big game.
The first one to react was Yan Wang, who wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he knew Ji Jingyao was strong, he didn't expect him to be that strong.
The power of darkness!
That is the legendary dark power, a power that only the high-ranking demons can control.
It was a close call. Fortunately, because of Shi Miao, he has always been respectful to Ji Jingyao.
The King of Hell glanced at Count Dracula, who was still alive at the scene, and asked Ji Jingyao, "Sir, how should we deal with him?"
He felt safer. Shi Miao! Ji Jingyao! He had both of those big, golden thighs in his arms! What kind of luck was that?
Ji Jingyao's aura had subsided, and the dark power had also been taken back by him. He seemed to be lost in thought.
The King of Hell's tone was full of eagerness: "Are you going to take him to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to be punished?" The previous vampire was a viscount, and now this one is an earl! A higher level.
The King of Hell actually felt a little regretful that the vampire prince died too quickly. Otherwise, if he had been tortured live, the online live broadcast viewing data next week would definitely have been overwhelming.
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