The 13th generations of Dracula was filled with resentment. Over the past two thousand years, he has endured numerous bouts of the bloodline virus, which drastically weakened his dark alien ability but he nevertheless had so much experience. Yet he still couldn't break through to the Observer Realm. The Soul Sacrificing Lord before him seemed to be only in his twenties, but possessed strength he could not match. How could he accept this? Facing the three women who watched him like hungry tigers, he didn't even have the opportunity to escape. He understood that even if he went into the alternate space, he couldn't escape the pursuit of the Watchers. Sensing the dark aura attached to the Demon God Sword, he reluctantly said, "I accept defeat in this bet. From now on, the control of the Dracula Family and the Dark Council belongs to you, the Dark Sacrifice."