Dracula, the Vampire Prince with eight hundred years of cultivation, stood before this ancient and mysterious palace.
His eyes were like two cold stars in the abyss, fixed on the ancient General's Tomb forgotten by time.
Its tombstone is the Dark Gate.
It is engraved with indistinguishable runes, seemingly a key to another world.
A gust of Yin Wind blew past, stirring his silver hair and swirling the surrounding water currents, the air filled with an ominous atmosphere.
Suddenly, Dracula stepped forcefully on the ground, his figure darting forward like a ghost, and he punched heavily on the Dark Gate hidden behind the tombstone.
Bounty hunters and martial artists from Ancient European Country both excitedly called out.
"Charge!"
"The treasure will be found soon."
"Charge!"
They followed closely behind Dracula, eager to enter quickly.
"Boom!" A deafening sound, as if the strike tore through space.
