Two blood-colored claws shot out from Dracula's fingertips, and Mephisto's figure just shook slightly, then calmly dodged in his own attack.* Then, Mephisto stretched out his cane and made a crisp "pop" sound in the air.

Countless black magic power gathered into a phantom, hitting Dracula's claws.

The battle between two terrifying ghosts that did not belong to humans began, but in the first time, someone was knocked away and fell far away. It was Durcula, whose short battle deeply made him feel that Mephisto's power and the terrifying title of Hell Lord were not worthy of fame.

Shaking his head and sighed, Mephisto's cane gently pestles on the ground, shook his head and said, "You are very powerful, but you are still wandering outside the real 'hell'. Today, I will make an exception to take you to see the world of the real evil spirit hell."

The dry and difficult mantra was silently recited from Mephisto's mouth. The negative energy remaining in the air after the blood sacrifice suddenly condensed. You can see that the entire foundation of Columbia University suddenly sank more than ten meters underground. The flames in hell burned from the walls of the teaching and research buildings everywhere, and then spread throughout the campus.

Imil was extremely envious of the fact that the old devil Mephisto's ability is indeed very scary. Even if the world of his own use comes, it is just a mysterious and mysterious virtual space.

Mephisto just silently chanted the spell and summoned the projection of the evil spirit hell from the independent space deep underground, which had a certain degree of overlap with the present world.

Mephisto is worthy of being the countless cruel and evil demon leaders in the evil spirit hell. He does have the strength to match his identity!

The broken demons in hell crawled out of the cracks in the earth, let out a deafening roar, and greedily reached out and grabbed Durcula. For them, vampires had no deterrent power at all.

"Damn it, you low-level evil spirits are worthy of stretching your claws to me, the king of vampire Dracula?" Seeing that the situation was not good, Dracula sang in a low voice. A bloody storm emanated from his wings behind him. She quietly dispersed the demons who were trying to approach him.

"Mephisto, what do you think I, Dracula? Just because of this garbage, I want to use it to deal with me, this is a fool of me!"

While Dracula was speaking, a black blood light mixed with black, inspired Mephisto: "Do you think I will only have such a little pitiful power after sucking the blood of 30,000 people!"

The blood light that gathered most of Dracula's power was like a torrent of dark plasma flowing from Dracula's hand and ejected towards Mephisto. Faced with Dracula's hard attack, Mephisto's face also showed a slightly surprised expression.

And just at this moment when Mephisto was a little surprised, Dracula's blood-stained stream had already hit Mephisto.

Not only was Mephisto's body opposite to her face covered by blood, but even Emire was intentionally or unintentionally covered by Durcula's attack. Emire's face changed drastically, and he quickly consolidated the Yin power into a shield and blocked him.

Even with Imir's current strength, he did not dare to block the blood light, but tilted his shield slightly and poured the blood light on both sides of his body. The blood stain flowed through the playground of Columbia University, like magma burning, turning the earth into condensed blood-colored rocks, and steaming slightly outward.

Dracula's claws were hidden in this blood stain and grabbed Mephisto hard. Dracula also felt a little strange about being able to hit Mephisto so easily.

However, Dracula, who had been through the battle for a long time, would never be affected by the "strange" in his heart. His claws were still trying their best to attack Mephisto.

The strange thing is that Mephisto seemed to have been unintentionally resisted, and his red devil torso was like opening his arms and accepting Durcula's claws.

What was his intention to do this?

Mephisto's body was pushed by Dracula's attack and retreated dozens of meters in a row. Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "Good power, Dracula...hehe, it seems that I will definitely gain a lot in this trip..."

Dracula stopped attacking and distanced himself from Mephisto. He looked coldly at the dirty blood spitting out by Mephisto, and cursed in disdain, "What are you talking about again?"

"Aren't you wondering why I let you attack me? This is an interesting little test, Dracula, you are indeed a terrifying existence that has become a nightmare in human minds since the Middle Ages, and it really has the power to match."

Mephistotry smiled and developed a desire to recruit Dracula: "Your power satisfies me, and has passed my assessment. Come on, join us and become my servant, and I will lead you to the eternal darkness..."

In Dracula's disbelief, Mephisto expressed his plans, which made Dracula, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, feel extremely angry!

It has always been the only thing Dracula did to others. Today it is going to happen to him. How can this not make the "Puncture Man" and the "Son of the Dragon" not angry?

"Mephisto, I want you to die, I want you to die extremely tragically!" Durcula's mind had lost his rationality at this moment. He had only one idea, that is, to kill Mephisto at all costs and kill the devil who insulted him.

He clenched his fists at Mephisto, and announced loudly in a tone of Doomsday Judgment: "Bold words, the lord of the evil spirit hell are all lies. At this point, you should pay the price for your arrogance!"

"I really want to see if there is blood flowing in the devil in hell." A ball of brown blood light was projecting from Mephisto's body, and every pore was spraying blood light outwards, and even his originally fiery red skin became even more gorgeous.

It was a color that seemed to have been stored for thousands of years, with a little bit of black purple light in the bright blood.
Chapter completed!