There were tens of thousands of soldiers at the front—werewolves, vampires, and even slave soldiers made up of humans and some other races. These slave fighters were strong, but they were neither armored nor did they hold any weapons. All of them seemed to be in despair in the face of this sinkhole.

As the bugle sounded, the Evernight army moved forward slowly, pushing the sacrifices forward with their sharp spears. The front lines pushed and squeezed, but in the end, they still couldn’t avoid the fate of falling down into the hole.

Every time a person fell down, the sparse flames at the bottom of the pit would burst into a pillar of flames to engulf the victims. Although the blaze was surging wildly, the embers at the bottom of the pit were weakening at a visible pace. By the time the last batch of sacrifices had fallen in, the black flames shot into the sky and died out entirely.

All the spectating Evernight experts heaved a sigh of relief, looking delighted. A marquis said, “Your Majesty Klaus, I’ll go and scout the path ahead!”

One of his peers said, “Marquis Turam, you’re a bit too weak. Leave the dangerous work to me!”

“I should be the one!”

“Me!”

The demonkin fought amongst one another to be the first to enter the new world’s gates....