Nighteye’s arrival at the base spread rapidly among the dark races on each battlefield. Those who understood things became excited, feeling as though some darkness had finally arrived amidst the glaring daybreak.

The Empire had been struggling during this battle, but the dark races were in just as much pain. Everyone would write their wills and farewells before the battle—none of those going into battle expected themselves to return alive. The situation was even more serious than the holy wars.

The commanders of each unit were just as troubled. The loss of troops always accompanied the fall of numerous officers and experts as well.

The dukes in charge of each battlefield weren’t spared from the pressure, either. Although there were reinforcements coming in steadily, the deaths on the front line were just as numerous. The supremes of the Sacred Mountain took no action even under such circumstances. The only order they had issued was to attack and drive the humans out of the sinkhole area.

The dukes felt helpless as they took to the field in turn, suffering one defeat after the other in the hands of Song Zining and Zhao Jundu.

There was a rumor circulating among the dark races that Song Zining’s...