Lin Dong’s gaze was fixed tightly on that ice coffin.
At the sa ti, he activated the Eye of Insight.
But even with the Eye of Insight fully activated, Lin Dong still couldn’t perceive anything inside the ice coffin.
"There’s an ancestor-level presence concealing the aura inside, coupled with the characteristics of the ten-thousand-year-old extre ice; even my Eye of Insight cannot see through what’s in there," Lin Dong murmured.
As for Dracula, he was impatiently eager to open the ice coffin.
"Brother Dracula, hold your horses..." Lin Dong wanted to intervene, but at that mont, Dracula took a few steps forward, approaching within a kiloter range of the towering ancient tree.
Suddenly, an unforeseen change occurred.
The ancient towering tree, with a trunk so thick it required more than a dozen people to embrace it, its branches lush and leaves thick enough to obscure the sky, seed to co to life and began to stir restlessly.
Suddenly, a dense and rapid sound of "plop, plop" was heard, as countless fruits dropped from the treetop, pouring down like raindrops.
These fruits had smooth skins and were deep red, resembling congealed blood, emitting an eerie glow.
It was only then that the people realized that the tree, from which the ice coffin was suspended, was densely packed with such fruits.
After these fruits fell to the ground, they did not shatter like ordinary fruits but slowly emitted blurred shadows.
They were small in stature, resembling infants, hideous and terrifying, with twisted faces and blood-red eyes, as if demons returning from hell.
"Blood corpses!"
Dracula exclaid in a low voice, unable to conceal his shock in his tone.
The aura emitted by these blood corpses was powerful enough to make one’s heart tremble; they were not ordinary undead but terrifying beings nurtured over thousands of years.
Each blood corpse possessed strength comparable to a peak ninth-stage Grandmaster.
So larger ones were already comparable to the threshold of Heavenly Realm Martial Artists.
Although Dracula was among the strongest beneath the secondary ancestor, facing a single or a few blood corpses, he might still handle them calmly.
However, the scene before him left him feeling unprecedented shock.
Tens of thousands of blood corpses, like a sea of red, squeezed the surrounding space airtight.
Their sheer numbers, even a strong figure like Dracula had to admit, presented an extrely thorny battle.
Yet, Lin Dong beside Dracula remained composed and unruffled.
His expression was as serene as water, without a trace of panic or fear.
He softly spoke, his voice gentle yet firm, "Ling Long, stick close to ."
Upon hearing, Ling Long imdiately adhered closely to Lin Dong’s back, although a trace of fear flickered in her eyes, trust and reliance on Lin Dong predominated.
Once Ling Long approached, Lin Dong imdiately summoned the Wuji Defense Temple, enclosing the two within.
The surrounding blood corpses started to approach slowly, their footsteps heavy and forceful, each step seemingly striking the hearts of the people.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and a sense of oppressive dread beyond word.
Taking a deep breath, Dracula knew this battle was inevitable, only a bloody path could be forged.
Lin Dong, however, had already secretly prepared a strategy; these blood corpses were not taken seriously by him.
What intrigued and worried him was still that ice coffin.
"Is there anyone inside that ice coffin?" Lin Dong murmured.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~"
During this ti, the group of blood corpses already rushed towards Lin Dong, Dracula, Ye Linglong, both of them.
Dracula over there, faced those blood corpses, defeating them with one punch each.
Having touched the threshold of the secondary ancestor, facing the attacks of these blood corpses naturally wouldn’t harm him.
However, he couldn’t withstand their sheer numbers and their attacks from all directions, even though Dracula could casually defeat a blood corpse with one punch.
Still, he couldn’t rid himself of their entanglent all at once.
Take a look over at Lin Dong, Dracula’s hand numbed slightly.
All they saw was Lin Dong, after summoning the Wuji Defense Temple, donning the General Armor.
Upon donning the General Armor, the blood corpses dared not approach him.
As soon as they ca near him, they automatically departed, seemingly intimidated by him.
"This truly is infuriating to compare!" Dracula fought the blood corpses fiercely, while over on Lin Dong’s side, blood corpses didn’t even approach him.
Watching him walk leisurely, it was indeed a sight of relaxation and comfort.
"The reason why those blood corpses don’t attack Brother Lin should be because of the General Armor on Brother Lin. Although the General Armor has lost its consciousness and was subdued by Brother Lin, it still carries the aura of the General Minister King."
"And that aura makes these blood corpses dare not approach..."
Thinking thus, Dracula quickly realized why those blood corpses dared not co near Lin Dong but chose to attack him.
Lin Dong, at this mont, after walking a certain distance, stopped advancing.
Because before him appeared a group of larger blood corpses, blocking him.
These larger blood corpses were over two ters tall.
Each emitted an aura as strong as a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist. These blood corpses, even with Lin Dong wearing the General Armor, still didn’t shy away from him.
They probably sensed that although Lin Dong wore the General Armor, he was not their previous master...
"Roar~~~~"
This group of General Armor, over a dozen, together pounced towards Lin Dong.
They carried a heavy bloody stench, seemingly about to surround Lin Dong.
However, at that mont, Lin Dong suddenly made his move...
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~~" In that instant, he cleaved out nine ’Sword one’.
Nine ’Sword one’, transford into nine sword qi, slicing the nine blood corpses pouncing towards him, all split in half, falling severed.
Witnessing this scene, the remaining larger blood corpses dared not approach Lin Dong further.
Instead, they all turned towards Dracula’s direction, charging over.
Seeing this scene, Dracula couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
If initially, those blood corpses avoided Lin Dong because of him wearing the General Armor,
now, it was no longer the case...
Now, they didn’t fight Lin Dong but all ca to attack him, Dracula.
Clearly implying a thought akin to the human saying ’Pinch the soft persimmon’...
They were treating him like a ’soft persimmon’!
"Do they really think I’m easy to bully? I’m indeed weaker than Lin Dong, but I’m not the ’soft persimmon’ they think!" Dracula shouted, following that, unleashing an imnsely powerful bloodline talent.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~" Instantly, he appeared behind a larger blood corpse, and with his claws, pierced into it, from the back, tearing it apart alive.
Evidently, he too had beco angry!
This group of blood corpses actually dared treat him like a ’soft persimmon’, really thinking that he was a sick cat if he doesn’t show his ferocity?
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