Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2932 - 2931: The Opening

The General Corpse Slaves clearly recognized the terrifying capabilities of Lin Dong and Dracula.

Lin Dong, in particular, commanded a palpable fear.

Subsequently, none of the General Corpse Slaves, be it the Flying Corpses, White Zombies, Red Zombies, or any other variety, dared to approach Lin Dong's vicinity.

However, not all of them avoided confrontation; some General Corpse Slaves still ventured to attack in Dracula's direction.

"Do you think I'm some pushover?" Dracula retorted, not holding back against the General Corpse Slaves who dared to assail him.

He felt utterly disrespected!

Yet, he couldn't deny that Lin Dong's might surpassed his own.

Were he one of those General Corpse Slaves, he admitted he would likely target Lin Dong over himself.

It was an obvious choice for anyone!

The most unfortunate fate, however, befell the martial artist contingent from the Ancient European Country.

Within mere minutes, their numbers dwindled to a solitary survivor.

This last remaining individual was their leader, possessing strength at the First Heaven stage.

The Bounty Hunter camp fared little better, suffering grievous losses as well.

Only two remained standing.

Aside from their leader, who boasted Heavenly Realm Second Layer Heaven strength, a single Ninth Level Grandmaster expert was also left.

These two survivors, being considerably more formidable, managed to evade immediate slaughter by the General Corpse Slaves.

However, the General Corpse Slaves, aware of the survivors' strength, devised a strategy.

Their focus shifted to overwhelming the weakest among them first – the Ninth Level Grandmaster.

"Big brother, save me!" The Ninth Level Grandmaster, now encircled by dozens of General Corpse Slaves, including formidable White Zombies, Red Zombies, and Flying Corpses, cried out.

Despite his power, he struggled to fend them off and desperately sought aid from the nearby Bounty Hunter leader.

This leader was his sworn brother.

But at this critical moment, he maintained his distance.

"Brother, I'm truly sorry. I can see this is a sacrifice. Look, Lord Dracula is collecting the blood of your fallen comrades, preparing to open that Dark Gate."

"The blood isn't sufficient yet, so I must reluctantly sacrifice you..."

"And frankly, even as a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, I cannot intervene. If I step in, I'll be swarmed by even more corpse slaves."

"At that point, not only will you perish, but I will lose my life as well..."

Upon hearing this, the Bounty Hunter was plunged into despair.

"Ah..." A red mist, expelled by a Red Zombie, struck him, clouding his mind.

Simultaneously, a Flying Corpse launched a stealthy assault from behind, its claws tearing into his chest.

Thus, he was overwhelmed and hunted by several General Corpse Slaves.

Dracula then collected more of his blood.

He cast a cold gaze upon the First Heaven Heavenly Realm Martial Artist from the Ancient European Country and then towards the Second Heaven strength Bounty Hunter leader, a grim smile gracing his lips.

He knew these General Corpse Slaves alone were insufficient to vanquish opponents of such Heavenly Realm caliber.

Therefore, he issued another warning to the two remaining powerful individuals, "You have witnessed the peril of this place. I offer you one final piece of advice: depart immediately."

However, neither of them showed any inclination to leave.

The First Heaven Heavenly Realm Martial Artist from the Ancient European Country clasped his hands and stated, "Lord Dracula, having lost so many brothers, I cannot simply abandon this place. I must enter and seek treasures; only then can I find peace for their spirits."

The other Bounty Hunter leader echoed, "My brothers have already paid the ultimate price; I cannot leave either. Lord Dracula, we are both Heavenly Realm Martial Artists. Even if we cannot reach the deepest parts of these Ancient Ruins, we can at least make it to the forefront."

Seeing their unwavering resolve to stay, Dracula merely shook his head and ceased his protests.

Meanwhile, Lin Dong observed the unfolding events with a detached coolness.

He remained silent, offering no warnings or pleas for them to retreat. Each individual, he believed, must face the repercussions of their own decisions.

Furthermore, as these two were foreign martial artists, Lin Dong felt no obligation to extend his assistance.

"Since you are determined not to leave, so be it," Dracula declared, then shifted his gaze forward.

Before them loomed an ancient and enigmatic Dark Gate.

This gate exuded an aura of antiquity, carrying the weight of countless years and an unknown power, silently awaiting the commencement of a specific ritual.

It served a dual purpose: a 'Space Gate' providing passage to the General's Tomb and, simultaneously, the 'Tombstone' marking its entrance.

Dracula stood poised before the Dark Gate, his eyes resembling bottomless abysses, alight with an insatiable hunger for power and an obsessive desire for the treasures rumored to lie within the General's Tomb.

In his grasp, he held the blood he had recently gathered.

This collected blood flowed like miniature rivers, eventually coalescing into a formidable Blood River that emanated a chilling, crimson luminescence.

"A blood sacrifice to the monument shall unveil the General’s Tomb!" Dracula's voice, profound and commanding, resonated across the desolate expanse, each syllable heavy with immense power.

Upon his declaration, the Blood River appeared to stir, surging towards the Dark Gate like a colossal, enraged dragon, poised to shatter all obstructions.

The instant the Blood River met the Dark Gate, an ancient mechanism seemed to activate, causing the colossal gate to shake violently.

Dark runes, resembling a constellation of stars, subsequently emerged, rapidly tracing across the gate's surface and interweaving into complex, enigmatic designs.

These runes emanated a faint luminescence, shrouding the entire area in a surreal, dreamlike aura, brimming with immeasurable mystery.

As the runes continued to converge and transform, the Dark Gate began to emit a deep, resonant rumble, akin to an ancient behemoth rousing from slumber.

Then, with an earth-shattering boom, the Dark Gate creaked open, and an ancient, formidable presence surged forth, instantly permeating the entire vicinity.

Simultaneously, the fabled Ancient General Tomb – a palace previously confined to myth and legend – materialized before all eyes, undeniably real.

It was no longer a fleeting, mirage-like apparition but had solidified into a clear, tangible structure, appearing almost within grasp.

Every element of the palace, from its bricks to its tiles, bore the distinct imprints of time and potent ancient power, inspiring both reverence and longing.

Dracula observed the magnificent palace before him, a glint of fervent excitement sparkling in his eyes.

He harbored the conviction that this palace concealed boundless secrets and formidable power; mastering them would elevate him to an invincible status.

"Within lies more than just the General Pill; it conceals a profound secret. Should I seize the power of that secret, then, even you, Lin Dong, I shall not fear..." his gaze shifted, these thoughts echoing in his mind.

Beside him, Lin Dong watched impassively, sensing an immensely terrifying power emanating from within.

That power instilled within him a distinct sense of apprehension and unease.

"It appears this Ancient General Tomb is far from ordinary..."