Seeing that there was no one else on the Grandmaster Battlefield, Dracula returned to Cory's side in a flash.
The terrifying pressure appeared again.
The other grandmaster who came out with Cory spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Dracula did not even look at this person as he stared at Cory.
"Where are the crystals? Are they with you?"
Dracula did not really care if his subordinates died or not.
What he cared about was whether his share of the Grandmaster Battlefield was still there or not.
Cory kneeled down with a groan.
He said tearfully, "I still have crystals here, just... there are only three of them. The rest of the crystals were all with Lord Patty Locke!"
Boom!
Dracula could no longer suppress his anger.
A terrifying pressure appeared here again.
The sound of blood spurting out was endless.
The unconscious man's brain was actually splattered under this terrifying pressure.
