Chapter 150: Did Dracula Die? (Monthly Tickets! Follow Updates!)

Whoosh—

On the collapsed island, a mass of black light surged upward, reaching a height level with Wu Xian's.

Upon closer inspection, it was not black light at all, but a swarm of countless black bats clustering together.

Soon, the bats slowly vanished, replaced by Dracula's human-bat form.

"A visitor from another world..."

Dracula's bat wings fluttered slowly as he narrowed his eyes at Wu Xian, a flicker of wariness in his gaze, before speaking in a low tone.

"I must admit, your strength far exceeds my expectations—I'm no match for you. But you cannot kill me either... So why not call it even? I'll overlook your sabotage of my plans, and you stop harassing me. How about it?"

"Call it even? Hah! Are you joking now?"

Wu Xian sneered, then his body flashed—appearing behind Dracula in an instant—as he plunged the werewolf virus deep into his neck.

Yet Dracula seemed to have anticipated this: as soon as the needle pierced him, his wings dissolved into countless black bats that wrapped around him, forming a black sphere midair, from which metallic scraping and clashing sounds continuously emanated.

Zzzzzz—!!!!

Two red beams pierced through the black sphere, sweeping wildly; soon, many bats were incinerated to ash. Wu Xian reappeared, clad in the Black God armor.

He stared at the unchanged humanoid bat before him, his heart sinking.

"Wondering why the werewolf virus had no effect?"

The humanoid bat grinned, looking smug—just as he opened his mouth, a black metal boot kicked his grotesque face, exploding it like a watermelon into a spray of blood.

"Shut the hell up!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Wu Xian blurred into black light, darting around Dracula's headless body, performing a full-body dissection in an instant.

Tore off the wings, severed limbs, skinned, stripped bones, ripped out heart and lungs, pulverized flesh, ground bones to dust...

Then came roaring flames, bone-chilling frost, bone-scouring gales, crushing earth, and a barrage of spirit-elemental verbal spells.

Plus psychic weapons' metal storm, Five Thunder Talismans' furious bombardment, Soul-Seizing and Spirit-Commanding's soul extraction, Dual-Complete Hands' dual soul-body transformation, and even a brief stroll through deep space...

Ten minutes later, Wu Xian finally ceased his one-sided torture—yet when he gazed at a rapidly writhing mass of flesh forming in the dark cosmos, his eyes widened in shock.

Just now, he'd used nearly every technique he possessed—even reduced Dracula to molecular fragments—and yet the enemy regenerated as if nothing had happened, as if death itself held no meaning. Unthinkable.

This is impossible!

In an instant, Wu Xian dismissed the thought.

Just a vampire? How could he be unkillable? And wasn't Fan Haixin the one who destroyed him in the movie? It couldn't be that Dracula was faking death... Wait, maybe it was.

Remembering how Hollywood films always ended with cliffhangers to secure sequels, Wu Xian felt a sharp pain in his balls and his ass—of course the original movie flopped. It made perfect sense.

Just as he considered tossing Dracula into the sun, a fragmented voice crackled in his mind:

"Wu Xian... here... anomaly... Dracula isn't... Yingkong she..."

The voice cut off. No matter how Wu Xian called, there was no reply.

What's going on? Dracula's right here—why mention Zhao Yingkong? What does she have to do with this?

Wu Xian was utterly baffled. He tried contacting others via Friday or opening surveillance feeds—but all failed.

Friday reported that an intense electromagnetic storm had erupted in the area where the Central Team was located, severely disrupting signals; further, the vast cosmic distance made communication impossible.

At that moment, Wu Xian noticed the writhing flesh ahead had suddenly stopped moving—no longer regenerating, as if truly dead.

"What the hell... is going on?"

Twenty minutes earlier, just as Wu Xian had blasted Dracula out of the Blood Castle and carried him far beyond the Transylvanian mountain range.

Meanwhile, the Central Team remained inside the Blood Castle, staring up at the massive hole Wu Xian had torn in the ceiling, their expressions dazed, unsure what to do next.

"Wu Xian has engaged Dracula in battle."

Chu Xuan's voice suddenly spoke: "With his strength, defeating Dracula won't be hard—but killing him may not be easy. For safety's sake, we should destroy this Blood Castle and eliminate any chance of Dracula's descendants reviving."

"Brilliant idea!"

Fan Haixin's eyes lit up; he gave Chu Xuan a thumbs-up.

Strike while the iron's hot. No matter how powerful the undead army, blow up their nest before they wake—and they're nothing.

The Central Team agreed. The veterans promptly pulled out massive quantities of explosives and micro-nukes of varying yields from their storage items.

Especially Chu Xuan—his personal stash alone matched the combined total of everyone else's.

And judging by how he kept pulling out more, he clearly had even more hidden. The others couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Just as Chu Xuan was about to deploy his bio-dummy army to plant bombs throughout the castle, a flapping of wings echoed from the hole above.

They looked up—thousands of black bats descended from the sky, swirling midair before coalescing into a middle-aged man in an elegant suit: Dracula, who should have been fighting Wu Xian.

Everyone froze in shock. Why was Dracula here? Where was their invincible captain?

Could it be...

"Wu Xian is fine. He's still fighting."

Zhan Lan suddenly spoke, her gaze on Dracula heavy with concern.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is some kind of clone."

Due to the environment, Friday had lost long-range communication upon entering the mountains, and the mental link was similarly blocked by dark elemental forces—beyond a certain distance, connection was impossible.

But Zhan Lan and Wu Xian knew each other intimately. They'd both implanted safeguards to confirm each other's safety.

Moreover, Zhan Lan had just used her spiritual scan and sensed something off about this Dracula—hence her suspicion that it was a clone.

"Heh!"

Dracula glanced at Zhan Lan with a smile, then swept his gaze over the group, finally settling on Fan Haixin, a faint smirk curling his lips.

"Fan Haixin. Long time no see. I knew one day you'd come here to find me."

"You... know me?"

Fan Haixin was startled—he had no memory of ever meeting this vampire king... Wait, could this be from before his amnesia?

"Hah! You've truly forgotten everything!"

Dracula wore a knowing smile.

"Of course, back then you weren't called Fan Haixin. Perhaps I should use another name for you."

"Gab—ri—el!"

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