Nightking Zhenwu looked at Zhuo Daynight and said, “I’ve released your relatives.”

A flicker of emotion darted across Zhuo Daynight’s eyes, but she remained silent. 

“Look in front of you,” Nightking Zhenwu said softly. 

Zhuo Daynight lifted her head to see a massive hole in front of her. Within the hole were hundreds of people from the Daynight clan. Or more accurately, there were hundreds of people who possessed the Dayking bloodline. They had all been subjected to the Sealed Cage Technique, and the mark could be seen on their foreheads. Within the crowd were elderly people, women, and even children. Meanwhile, standing next to the huge pit was no fewer than a hundred thousand people, and they all looked down into the hole with eyes full of pain and longing. Each one of them had loved ones who were inside the hole.  

Zhuo Daynight’s pupils constricted, and she uncontrollably took a few steps forward. 

“Do you see them? Each one of them has the Dayking bloodline. There is no purpose in having you see this other than the fact that I am upset and want to vent my emotions.” After saying that, Nightking Zhenwu raised his hand and moved his fingers.

The people from the Daynight clan who were gathered around the hole shuddered and then started to fill in the hole. They were clearly burying all the people who were inside it alive. 

The people inside the pit were their loved ones, but they had to bury them...