With a flash, both parties teleported straight into the human ancestral temple, and this time, unlike before, there was no need for Cain to wake the ancestors and progenitors.
The moment they sensed the new, alien presence within their temple, the human ancestors were quick to react, casting their consciousness into their corresponding idols.
Their auras instantly flourishing to life…
Dracula, who could barely understand what was happening, went rigid, casting a subtle gaze towards Cain's broad back, his pupils trembling as more and more auras flared to life.
Each carrying an intensity no less than his own…
What was worse, he could clearly sense that each and every signature infiltrating the air carried the unmistakable energy of the human race.
For the first time in a long time, a cold sweat beaded on Dracula's skin and slid down his spine; these guys had to number at least in the thousands!
