Chapitre 327: Poseidon, you sly dog

Shadows unfurled before Mike's eyes. Endless shadows instantly filled his vision, enveloping him. A terrifying pressure descended, carrying the aura of a deity!

"Something's wrong!"

As Mike retreated explosively, the Cerberus Phantom charged forward, attempting to buy him some time.

Bang!

The Cerberus Phantom was instantly obliterated, only to reappear beside Mike a moment later.

Mike didn't hesitate, seizing the brief window of opportunity to rally everyone who could be rallied.

The blood clan prince, Dracula!

The blood clan duke, Vladimir!

Poseidon's projection!

Three distinct auras descended, forming a protective barrier around Mike.

Dracula, lying in his bronze coffin, his gaze cold and sharp, surveyed his surroundings with interest.

He hadn't expected to be put to use so quickly.

Vladimir, on the other hand, appeared much calmer.

Upon arrival, he immediately sensed a great and ominous presence!