The top floor of the ruined structure was covered in countless sanguine threads as pale Evernight experts collapsed one after the other.

Roaring thunderously, the werewolf count struggled with all his might, but that only served to attract more of the bloody threads. He had already jumped halfway up when he was bound to the ground once more. This time, the collapsed count no longer had the strength to jump, and his roars slowly faded away.

The demonkin marquis let out a shrill scream as his body erupted into demonic flames. Then, he tore through the sanguine threads with brute force and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Qianye didn’t go after the man. He merely drew East Peak and swung it a couple of times, drowning the struggling dark race experts in violent waves of oceanic power.

Chasing after an injured marquis involved too many variables, so he decided to consolidate his victory instead. These titled experts made up the foundation of the dark races—killing them all in one go was still a huge blow to the enemy army, and it would also serve to reduce the risk they posed while sweeping the battlefield.

With the leaders killed, the retreating dark race soldiers fell into chaos and began to scatter randomly.

Dark Flame...