The operation in Shire County had ended, and the direct bloodline Blood Race near the Alphama Mountains had been nearly eradicated. Only a few weaker Blood Race members had escaped by sheer luck, but they could no longer rise to any significant level of strength.0

Meanwhile, the high-ranking Blood Race in the Ao Yin Ruins were forced to continue their slumber, suppressing the decay within their bodies. The high-ranking Blood Race capable of normal movement had long since departed Shire County and were traveling across the nation. 0

Therefore, Shire County, which was once the most formidable and influential stronghold of the Blood Race, now appeared strangely hollow. Its dominion over the underworld had been completely undermined.0

Regarding this outcome, the Mercury Hunters’ elders, Wind Blade and Serpent Arrow, could hardly contain their grins. They seemed so jubilant that their faces nearly twisted into silly grins, just short of drooling with laughter.0

That day, it was safe to say that a great vengeance had been exacted. The colossal mountain that had hung over the blue-eyed clan had at last come crashing down.0

How could they not be wildly overjoyed?0

Since Cassius and the others had finished their battle around dusk, the Alphama Mountains were shrouded in darkness by the time the Treatment Ward members and Mercury Hunters descended the mountain.0

They built a bright bonfire, warmed their food, and ate their fill. It was then that the Mercury Hunters suddenly began singing an ancient folk chant, indecipherable to others. Judging by...0