Qianye could no longer tell apart race and age. All he knew was that they were enemies.

He had forgotten how many wounds he had sustained, nor how much blood he had shed. Pain no longer existed, only numbness. His heart was a sea of deathly cold and silence, seeking the most efficient way to take life.

A beautiful vampire girl appeared before him, adding a bit of color to the battlefield. However, this color faded away very quickly, so much so that Qianye couldn’t even remember whether she had retaliated or what the outcome was. All he could focus on was the next enemy.

All of a sudden, he heard a soft crack. The noise rumbled like thunder in his ears and woke him up. He looked back to find a werewolf soldier swinging his axe at the flagpole.

Qianye was furious!

Before he could take action, however, a werewolf count dragged the soldier away. He pointed at Qianye while shouting at his subordinate.

Qianye didn’t understand the entirety of their conversation since they were talking in the werewolf language. The rough meaning was that they...