C203 Thirteen Holy Weapons of the Blood Race

Yu Yue reached out his hand to block the strong wind that suddenly blew next to his eyes. After the wind dissipated, he looked at Dracula again.

At this moment, Dracula no longer looked as weak as before, as if he would collapse at any moment.

He stood tall and straight, expressionless inside. A blood-red cloak had unknowingly appeared on his back. The cape was sharp, his face was pale