The dark races’ frenzied attack placed great pressure upon the defending army, evidenced by the rising death toll. Many would become corpses immediately after exiting cover.

Wave after wave of dark race soldiers crashed into the defensive lines like the tides, slowly pushing it toward the city center.

Half of Whitetown had been lost in less than half a day, and there was no sign of the dark race attacks stopping.

From the deck of his warship, Doer’s sharp gaze pierced through the smoke and mist to land on the battlefield. All of a sudden, the auras of all dark race soldiers in a certain area vanished into thin air!

Doer’s face twitched briefly, the first time he was visibly moved since the battle began. His gaze landed on that area and saw hundreds of werewolf and vampire elites freeze in place, as though they had been cursed, and then collapse one after the other.

With his keen eyesight, Doer naturally realized that the warriors had lost their vitality in an instant. That was why they froze up before collapsing.

What kind of power could instantly kill so many elites?

A certain figure appeared...