Just as Augustus and the others were stunned,
more figures with blood-red Light Wings began flying over from a distant place.
They were six old men, the other six elders of the Blood Race.
They were Isidon, Kelm, Roberlain, Lancefort, Menatis, and Stowell.
When the six of them saw the scene before them, they were all dumbfounded.
Soon, many Blood Guards also hurried over from afar, all of them stopping dead in their tracks.
The entire mountain had been destroyed, turning into a field of ruins.
The hundred and more Blood Guards stationed there were all dead.
"Go, let's hurry and see if anyone's still alive!"
With a wave of his hand, Augustus led everyone running over.
After checking the Blood Guards lying on the ground, they found no survivors.
Then, Augustus and his companions scoured the ruins again.
Augustus said with a grave tone, "Elders, the three sealed stone coffins have been destroyed!
Frisman, Advich, and Holtes are nowhere to be found!"
"Damn it!"
