Cries of the Blood Race echoed from time to time throughout the castle.
They were either Blood Race members hiding, attempting to loot amidst the chaos, or simply resisting obstinately.
Under the sweep of the Shadow Demon Wolves, they were all killed one by one.
In the ruins of the Blood Race Castle Church.
A nearly ten-meter-tall mirror stood solitary, surrounded by the devastation of broken walls and remnants.
Holy light, dense as pillars, streamed into the Blood Pool Mirror at a 45-degree angle.
By now, three-quarters of the Blood Pool Mirror were occupied by the holy light, and the entrance to the mirror was on the verge of being broken.
At this moment, Tuck sat quietly to one side, intently summarizing the many details of the battle.
First, the Blood Race was indeed formidable within the castle.
If their Nobility Titles were high enough, Tuck's usual tactics really couldn't inflict effective damage on them.
