The Tempest fired like a raging storm, but the drain on the wielder was just as terrifying. The Profundity Monarch was certain that Nighteye would not be able to hold out for more than three breaths’ time.

Yet one minute had passed and the Tempest was showing no signs of stopping. On the contrary, it was the Deicide Lightning that could not absorb enough energy to keep up with the Tempest and was slowly being pushed back by the hail of bullets.

The Profundity Monarch glanced over to find the entire base covered in a hazy glow of dark golden blood energy. There were birds flying out from the blood and toward the dark race experts. The experts would tremble once the birds landed on their bodies, but they would remain still and allow the bird to stay.

These sanguine birds would stab their sharp beaks into the experts' bodies, drawing out a steady stream of darkness origin power. The energy would then merge into the domain and flow into Nighteye’s body.

There was a bird on every Evernight soldier. The counts had at least ten on them, while the stronger marquises were almost covered in birds.

This was akin to an army of ten thousand elites, and the countless experts among...