Dawn Continent. A fortress had risen up against the mountainside in just a few days. This fortress’s outer walls were made up of salvaged airship armor, which made it far stronger than ordinary structures.

Taking advantage of the natural landscape, the diverging cliffsides were now dotted with hidden sentries and firing ports. The places where the demonkin had taken cover during the last battle had been leveled. Now, invaders would have to pave a path with their lives to reach the fortress.

Even now, Howard wasn’t all that satisfied yet. He appeared in a corner of the fortress and began making minor adjustments to the defensive arrangements and personnel, all in the name of maximizing their role.

Nighteye and Qianye sat atop the cliff, gazing at the distant skies. The raging sun hung in the sky, spewing out burning origin power from time to time.

Qianye asked as he watched Howard’s busy figure, “Is there a way for him to recover?”

Nighteye sighed. “Howard suffered heavy injuries during his awakening process and didn’t get enough essence blood. Such injuries can only be treated with an ancient blood pond, but the Byrne clan’s blood ponds are all in demonkin hands. There’s really no way now.”

“How long will it take to rebuild a blood pond?”

“According to ancient standards, a blood pond needs to absorb a hundred years of origin power. Blood ponds with ancient in their name have absorbed at least a thousand...