197: Chapter 227 Summoning Dracula

After killing the Necromancer, Jiang Ling felt his body was on the verge of collapse.

Transforming into a True Dragon using the True Dragon Treasure Art to battle that Bone Dragon had been far too taxing on his physical strength.

He slumped onto the ground and began to absorb the dragon pearl to recover.

Perhaps because he had just finished a great battle, Jiang Ling absorbed the dragon pearl at an extremely rapid pace.

As Jiang Ling absorbed the dragon pearl while circulating the Mind-Cultivation Technique of the True Dragon Treasure Art, his physical power became increasingly surging.

This power seemed to share the same source as his own.

“Ding! Your Rank has reached Level 60, 1.785%!”

The System's notification sounded!

“I've reached the sixth tier!”

Jiang Ling was suddenly overwhelmed with pleasant surprise.

To reach the sixth tier at this age was an absolutely remarkable achievement.

Alicia and Medusa also sensed the changes in Jiang Ling's body and were both very delighted.

“Congratulations, Master!”

Jiang Ling stood up, nodded, and said with a smile, “Alright, let’s continue moving forward!”

“Now that I've reached the sixth tier, my strength has improved further. Ordinary enemies will be no match for us.”

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“Yes!”

Medusa and Alicia nodded.

Jiang Ling and the others continued ahead and encountered many more members of the God Worship Cult.

Jiang Ling showed no mercy; whenever he saw these God Worship Cult members, he charged in and slaughtered them.

The blood transformation divine saber had now completely evolved into a demonic blade, continuously harvesting the blood of these God Worship Cultists.

Jiang Ling could feel that the blood transformation divine saber was about to undergo a massive qualitative transformation.

Many God Worship Cultists tried to attack Jiang Ling and his companions through self-detonation, but unfortunately, their strength was too low. Even if they blew themselves up, Jiang Ling and the others could easily dodge.

Slaughtering their way through, Jiang Ling and his group arrived at a cave. Outside this cave, many God Worship Cultists were on guard. Jiang Ling was certain that this was a very important stronghold for the God Worship Cult.

Rushing inside, there were indeed many cultists guarding the place.

However, perhaps because the Great Xia army was launching a massive offensive, there was no Seventh-tier Grandmaster here.

This allowed Jiang Ling and his group to be invincible, sweeping through everything like a hot knife through butter.

In just half an hour, they had fought their way into the innermost part of the cave.

Upon reaching the deepest part, Jiang Ling and the others saw a massive pool filled with countless amounts of blood.

In the center of the blood pool stood a humanoid statue that was continuously absorbing the blood.

“Hmm?”

Seeing this, Jiang Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Are they summoning a god again?”

“Medusa, do you recognize this god?”

Medusa stepped forward to take a look and said disdainfully, “They are summoning Dracula!”

“He isn't really a god; at most, he's a false god!”

“So it's Dracula!” Jiang Ling nodded. No wonder they were using so much blood.

“Looking at the state of things, is the summoning almost successful?”

“Dracula is only a lowest-tier existence in that world. If someone summons him, it is possible for him to return to a lower plane!”

Medusa explained.

“However, after crossing the plane, not much of his strength will remain. We have absolutely nothing to fear!”

“Mm!”

Jiang Ling nodded and suddenly approached the statue of Dracula, swinging his blade down.

Puchi!

The head of Dracula's statue was chopped clean off.

The moment Dracula's head was severed, a shrill, piercing cry suddenly echoed throughout the entire cavern.

Jiang Ling's pupils constricted, and he backed away to the edge of the blood pool.

The blood in the pool began to surge slowly as if it were alive, rippling in layers. Each wave seemed to be telling an ancient and evil story.

Around the blood pool, ancient and mysterious runes flickered with a faint light, echoing the glow from within the pool to weave a chilling scene.

Suddenly, the blood in the pool began to churn violently, forming a massive vortex.

In the center of the vortex, a mysterious teleportation array appeared faintly, emitting a terrifying dark aura.

That aura was like cold tentacles, slowly spreading out and making the surrounding air feel as if it had frozen solid.

As the light from the teleportation array grew stronger, a powerful sense of oppression filled the entire cave.

That pressure was like a heavy mountain, making it hard for one to breathe. The rocks in the cave trembled slightly under this pressure, seemingly in fear of the terrifying existence about to appear.

Just then, a dark figure slowly rose from the teleportation array. It was Dracula, the legendary King of Vampires.

Dracula's figure gradually became clear. He wore a long black robe embroidered with blood-colored patterns, looking as if they were painted with fresh blood.

The patterns shimmered with an eerie light in the dimness, writhing like living things.

His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, looking like a ghost that had crawled out of a grave.

His eyes revealed endless coldness and cruelty—a disregard for life and a thirst for blood.

His lips were as red as blood, and when they parted slightly, they revealed two sharp fangs.

The fangs glinted coldly in the darkness like the Reaper's scythe, ready to harvest lives at any moment.

Dracula's long hair drifted in the darkness like countless black venomous snakes, emitting a lethal aura of danger.

His hands were long and pale, with nails as sharp as knives.

Each finger seemed like a sharp dagger, capable of easily piercing an enemy's heart.

He stepped slowly out of the blood pool, each step carrying immense power that made the ground tremble slightly.

The blood from the pool flowed beneath Dracula's feet as if paying him homage, yet also as if fearing his power.

Dracula's appearance filled the entire cave with the scent of death.

His gaze swept over the surroundings as if searching for prey. That gaze was like a cold sword, making one shudder.

His presence was like an inescapable nightmare, shrouding the entire underground cave and making one feel endless fear and despair.

“He really did come out!”

Sensing the evil aura on Dracula, Jiang Ling lightly raised the blood transformation divine saber in his hand.

“You... actually dared to descend into our world!”

Although Dracula did not understand Jiang Ling's language, he was able to discern what Jiang Ling was saying through Mental Energy.

His mental fluctuations surged forward, “Pitiful human, you actually dare to be disrespectful to the great Dracula!”

“Why should we respect you?”

Medusa spoke up from the side with disdain.

“Hmm?”

Dracula turned to look at Medusa and was suddenly taken aback.

“You are Medusa?”

“You came to this world too?”

“How can you be with a Mortal?”

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“He is my current master. You pitiful false god, do you really think you are powerful?”

Medusa snorted and asked, “How much of your power is even left?”

“I could easily destroy you!”

Hearing Medusa's words, Dracula's expression immediately became extremely unsightly. Medusa had actually seen right through his current state.