"Did they escape?"

Bologue looked down, clearly seeing the bloodstains left on the wall. Under the pouring rain, they were slowly diffusing.

Zefirin's ether reaction had disappeared. Bologue did not think he had killed the opponent; it seemed more like the opponent did not want to tangle with him further.

The surroundings echoed with bloodthirsty murmurs. The Bloodthirsty were using their sharp claws, clinging to the walls like geckos. Some approached Bologue, while others neared the bloodstain, licking Zefirin's fresh blood.

The blood of a high-ranking Night Race member was irresistibly tempting to the Bloodthirsty. Soon, their movements stalled, and then they simultaneously twisted their heads to look at Bologue.

More than a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes stared intensely at Bologue, reflecting his visage in their bloody lenses.

The battle wasn't over yet.

Green flames surged, covering the area around Bologue. As a high-ranking Night Race member, Zefirin possessed the power to command the Bloodthirsty. Endless howls resounded, and the Bloodthirsty clawed at the walls, launching themselves fiercely at Bologue.

Bologue squinted his eyes. He didn't feel victorious, but instead grew more vigilant. Attacking the Fortress of the Morning Wind couldn't be done with just these Bloodthirsty; there must be many more like Zefirin, high-ranking Night Race members.

The enemy ranks weren't just Prayer Believers; there were at least Negative Power Users, if not Defenders.

Indeed, the opponent's strength was formidable. Otherwise, if it was just these guys, encountering Fuen would simply be a suicidal move.

As Bologue thought, thunder and gale roared from the sky, unleashing a suffocating ether reaction that collided like two blazing suns.

The immense pressure plunged the battlefield into a brief silence. Bologue instinctively lowered his body to resist the oppressive ether fluctuations. Below, the Bloodthirsty also ceased their attack, curling up like frightened beasts.

Bologue gazed into the depths of the thunderclouds, unable to discern the presence within, but he was certain that it must be Fuen battling the enemy.

This was ether strength far surpassing Negative Power Users, a Defender's war breaking out high above.

Bologue steadied his emotions and changed his mindset. This was no longer a Night Race raid; it was a war in the truest sense.

Extraordinary war.

After a brief suppression, the thunder and gale gradually receded. The fight moved above the sea, stirring massive waves that crashed against the shore.

Bloodthirsty growls echoed, and the battlefield became restless again as the Bloodthirsty charged at Bologue.

Bologue paid little mind to these Bloodthirsty; they posed no threat to him. The only thing to be wary of was their self-destruction.

He could vaguely sense that when the Bloodthirsty self-destructed, another ether surged. Bologue wasn't sure if this was caused by an alchemy device or if some Night Race was secretly manipulating everything.

Like an overlord such as Lebius.

Bologue stepped forward into the void, allowing his body to freely fall. He gripped the sharp sword he had constructed, unleashing a spray of blood as they intertwined.

The Bloodthirsty paused for half a second, then shattered into large chunks of flesh, their blood mingling with the torrential rain, painting every corner around them.

Bologue first slashed at the Bloodthirsty's alchemy devices, easily smashing them, but the expected explosion did not occur. It seemed the explosion wasn't triggered by the alchemy devices.

Steel cables extended from his waist, anchoring bolts into the wall above. Bologue stepped on the wall, stabilizing himself in mid-air.

Swiftly turning around, he continued observing the scattered remains. Then, warm blood sprinkled on Bologue's face, its sticky texture coming through his skin, followed by its warmth quickly becoming searing hot.

"Do it, Derby!"

Zefirin commanded from the shadows as strong ether fluctuations emanated from the scattered warm blood.

The temperature suddenly soared, and the blood instantly boiled, burning like violent red mercury.

The blood on Bologue's body completely ignited, flames rapidly spreading, triggering wave after wave of explosions.

The Bloodthirsty's self-destruction wasn't caused by alchemy devices but by some sort of Secret Energy from the enemy. Bologue turned into a fireball, and the Bloodthirsty he had slain exploded, turning the entire area into a boiling sea of flames.

In the chaotic and dark battlefield, flames shot upward like blazing beacons.

Zefirin hid in the corner, her breathing growing heavy. Her gaze shifted from the sea of fire back to her own body, seeing it covered with numerous cuts and widespread burns, dense with blisters.

With successive severe injuries, Zefirin's self-healing had slowed, and the Bloodthirsty Syndrome grew stronger, clawing at her heart.

"You look a bit rough."

A deep male voice echoed around Zefirin.

She looked up to see a delicate hummingbird flying nearby, moving swiftly and nimbly as it surveyed Zefirin's body.

"Shut up..."

Zefirin checked her body and stood up with difficulty, leaning on the chain saw scythe.

The images kept replaying in her mind. She had clearly severely injured Bologue, so why had his injuries healed? Some kind of self-healing Secret Energy? And what about his command over matter?

Zefirin's head felt like it was splitting, her Bloodthirsty Syndrome pushing her desires to the forefront, making it hard for her to keep thinking. Roughly, she attributed Bologue's recovery to some potent Alchemy Potion.

"Derby, come help me, I've paralyzed Palmer Clarks, he definitely hasn't recovered yet..."

Zefirin's expression began to contort and become grotesque, bluish veins protruding, visible beneath her pale skin.

"Alright, got it," a voice came through the hummingbird, "The Bloodthirsty ones nearby are approaching you, they will be under your command."

"I mean you! A Condenser, not a bunch of creatures that only know how to self-destruct!"

Zefirin cursed as she peeked out from the cover to observe the sea of flames burning fiercely.

Such a deadly explosive attack, any ordinary Condenser would have been severely wounded, even dead, yet somehow, she felt that Bologue wasn't dead, perhaps not even hurt.

Zefirin turned sideways, taking big gulps of the fog she created. It could affect her enemies and also provide some benefits to her, like putting her in a state of mild paralysis to lessen her physical pain.

She rubbed the burnt parts of her body hard against the wall, popping the blisters, as the blurry flesh wriggled slowly, struggling to self-heal.

A voice came from the hummingbird, "Alright... I know, the nearest reinforcements are converging on you."

"Who is it?"

"Haiqi, along with his subordinates."

Zefirin recalled Haiqi's appearance in her mind, along with his subordinates.

Like Zefirin, Haiqi was a Second Stage Prayer Believer, which eased Zefirin's anxiety slightly. But what lay ahead in the attempt to capture Palmer was uncertain, and she remained a bit uneasy.

As for Haiqi's subordinates, Zefirin didn't hold high expectations, but they were at least First Stage Condensers, not like the irrational Bloodthirsty creatures.

Subordinates were extremely common among the Night Race; it could be said that Low Tier Night Race members were subordinates to the High Tier, while High Tier were subordinates to the Pure Blood Night Race.

Zefirin waved at a Bloodthirsty creature in the distance. By virtue of her lineage, the Bloodthirsty obeyed Zefirin's commands, quickly approaching her. But just as they were about to meet, Zefirin swung her Chain Saw Scythe, decapitating the Bloodthirsty creature in one blow.

"Wow!"

A voice of surprise came through the hummingbird.

If it weren't urgently necessary, Zefirin wouldn't have acted this way, especially not while being watched.

Her eyes showed undisguised disgust for it, yet Zefirin still gripped the neck's severed section. The headless body began to shiver violently as Zefirin bit into the nauseating body, refining and condensing the Bloodthirsty creature's blood.

Zefirin released the headless corpse, wiping the blood-stained corner of her mouth as waves of nausea rose from her throat.

If possible, Zefirin really didn't want to do this, using the vile blood of a Bloodthirsty to temporarily satisfy her Bloodthirsty Syndrome was like a starving human foraging in a garbage heap.

The hummingbird asked, "How does it feel?"

"Shut up!"

Zefirin didn't want to discuss it. She always cared about her image, maintaining elegance and beauty at all times.

Now, Zefirin was a mess, her smooth, fair skin covered in ugly scars, her once graceful image in ruins, filling Zefirin with hatred for the meddling Bologue.

Who knew whether Bologue was dead or alive, even if he had a potent healing Alchemy Potion, it was probably used up by now.

Zefirin looked towards the burning building and the collapsing gap; Palmer should be hiding in one of the rooms, his Rectangular Soul Critical damaged, and his body still under the Poison's control; she needed to hurry.

Several Ether reactions in the distance were approaching, and without looking, Zefirin knew it was Haiqi and his subordinates. Once their strength gathered, and without encountering a Negative Power User, they could probably execute the mission perfectly.

Search for Palmer, find the Wind Cellar...

Zefirin wasn't in a hurry right now. For tonight's operation, the Night Race had deployed most of their forces. Besides Zefirin, many others from the Night Race were at work.

Zefirin asked the hummingbird, "How's the progress? Derby."

"Several squads have already entered the Fortress of the Morning Wind, but they still haven't found the Wind Cellar's location. It seems to be shrouded by the Void Realm," the hummingbird said. "But don't worry, we have plenty of time, Fuen has been stalled."

Zefirin breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "That's good... Also, stop holding back, release all the Bloodthirsty ones, after tonight they won't be useful anyway."

The hummingbird remained silent; the silence dragged on, and Zefirin couldn't understand why the talkative Derby was silent at such a time. She searched for the hummingbird's whereabouts and saw a figure standing on the ruins above her.

"Interesting... Is it really an Overlord?"

Bologue sized up the struggling hummingbird in his hand, his cold gaze then fell on Zefirin.

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