The three continued to advance on the stone steps.
The further they went, the farther down they descended.
The surroundings were swallowed by endless darkness.
It was as if the three were heading towards the Nine Gates of Hell...
Lin Dong's voice suddenly broke the silence in this eerie environment, carrying an indescribable oddity:
"Why do I feel like there's a pair of eyes in the darkness staring at us?" his
tone was light, yet it was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring ripples.
Upon hearing this, Dracula's figure paused slightly, his brows furrowed tightly.
As a member of the vampire clan, endowed with dark bloodline talent, he possessed a keener intuition than most.
However, this sense of unease was like a ghost cloaked in mist, elusive and only vaguely perceptible.
He turned his head towards Ye Linglong, hoping to gain some different feeling from her, as youth often meant a purer heart and sharper perception.
