No-Rules, No-Limits Free-For-All

A group of people stood in the hall, each frozen in their posture, unable to even turn their eyeballs.

The scene was truly eerie, and combined with the gloomy, terrifying environment, it felt like a horror movie set that didn't need any extra effort to be unsettling.

After the initial panic and confusion passed and they realized the situation in the hall, the people on Fang Cheng's side would have laughed out loud if they hadn't been paralyzed.

Over a dozen people had surrounded Ophi and the Ghost Rider.

Even with Dracula sitting on the throne, their side held an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Previously, Dracula and the Apocalypse Knights had always held the advantage in numbers, while Fang Cheng's side only had him, Peng Jie, and Selina, who wasn't of much use.

That was why Fang Cheng had been forced to use his Dark Consciousness to recruit competitors as subordinates along the way, while simultaneously sowing discord between the Apocalypse Knights and Dracula's alliance.

Until now, they had finally achieved a massive reversal in numbers.

Sixteen against three—they couldn't drown them with a single spit each, but beating an old master to death with a flurry of fists shouldn't be a problem.

Ophi and her two companions were starting to panic; they had finally managed to find the location of the throne ahead of time, even resorting to infighting for it.

As it turned out, the moment Dracula sat down, he had sent everyone straight to this place.

If they had known this would happen, there would have been no point in that infighting.

The person who felt the most bewildered was Dracula himself.

He had assumed that sitting on the throne would make him the King of the Undead, but he never expected that one sit would land him