National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Only then can health be restored, and the same principle applies to the development of the Empire."

Chu He’s fishing rod gave a slight twitch,

as if a fish had taken the bait. A brilliant smile instantly bloomed on his face,

a smile filled with the joy of a good catch and anticipation for the future.

At the same time, he gripped the rod firmly and began to slowly reel in his line.

As the line was swiftly reeled in,

ripples spread across the water’s surface,

and a large, fat fish was pulled from the water, thrashing about,

its scales shimmering silver in the sunlight.

Chu He said with a wide smile, "Haha, the fish finally took the bait."

...

Time flew by in the blink of an eye,

and another age passed silently.

Day and night were like two tireless dancers,

constantly trading places on the stage of the sky, performing an endless cycle.

Within the ink-black Ancient Castle,

white wax candles burned silently,

their eerie light dancing upon the walls of the Ancient Castle,

like a host of dancing phantoms,

casting every inch of space in a light both bright and sinister.

Beneath the candlelight, every stone of the Ancient Castle bore the weight of ages,

every beam and pillar whispered tales of the past,

exuding an ancient and mysterious air, as if quietly waiting for something.

Far in the distance from the Ancient Castle,

a swarm of eerie bats circled in the night sky,

flapping their black wings and letting out sharp, piercing shrieks,

like the whispers of the Death God in the darkness, sending a chill down one’s spine.

As the bats’ wings beat powerfully,

a smoky black miasma swirled around them.

This miasma seemed to rise from the very depths of the Hell Abyss,

saturated with an endless, corrupting evil—the very embodiment of Dark Power, inspiring terror in all who beheld it.

These bats moved at an unimaginable speed.

One moment, they were soaring freely above the clouds,

streaking through the night sky like black lightning.

The next, they appeared silently within the Ancient Castle, like phantoms.

They landed lightly on the castle floor,

and their forms immediately began to twist and contort strangely.

Amid flashes of eerie light, they transformed into members of the Vampire Clan, each clad in elegant evening wear.

They possessed skin as pale as snow, so white it was nearly translucent,

as if carved from the purest white jade,

or a shadow that had never been touched by the sun,

exuding a cold and mysterious quality.

Their faces were ethereally beautiful, their features as exquisite as works of art sculpted by God’s own hands,

every line smooth and perfect,

betraying an innate nobility and elegance.

Yet, the snow-white fangs that extended from their slightly upturned lips,

gleamed coldly in the candlelight like sharp daggers,

and served as the most distinct mark of their membership in the Vampire Clan,

inspiring an involuntary sense of dread with just a single glance.

These members of the Vampire Clan stood silently within the Ancient Castle,

an indescribable aura radiating from them.

It was a unique atmosphere, a tangled blend of nobility and evil,

like a tempting yet fatal poison, inspiring both awe and terror.

They were the masters of this Ancient Castle, in control of everything within it,

while the eerie bats and white candles,

had become their most loyal subjects and silent witnesses,

silently accompanying them through the endless night.

"The Werewolf Clan has gone completely quiet lately.

But they haven’t given up and retreated.

On the contrary, they’re secretly plotting something much more dangerous,

a plan to wipe out our Blood Race once and for all.

They’ve invited a powerhouse named Uzi from an organization called the Human Race Supremacy Association.

His strength is supposedly not top-tier,

but he apparently clashed with Chu He on the Black Continent Grassland,

and had half his body completely obliterated by Chu He,

but for some reason, he’s now miraculously alive again."

One of the young Vampire Clan men who had transformed from a bat,

knelt on one knee and reported with a look of reverence and awe,

his eyes betraying a hint of worry and vigilance, as if he could already foresee the coming storm.

"Uzi?

I know of him.

Back on the Black Continent Grassland, he was indeed killed by my teacher, Chu He.

However, those people from the Human Race Supremacy Association are all strange beings—fusions of humans and Evil Spirit Power.

When it comes to them, nothing is too bizarre to be possible."

A flicker of surprise first crossed Ye Lingyun’s eyes,

like a stone cast upon a calm lake,

creating a brief ripple, but she quickly regained her usual composure.

Ye Lingyun’s complexion was even paler than before,

a result of the injuries sustained during her previous fight with Florian.

Though she was injured, Ye Lingyun had still held the upper hand in that battle.

That was precisely why, after their retreat, the Werewolf Clan never launched an all-out assault, despite a series of subsequent skirmishes.

The reason was simple: the Werewolf Clan and its Clan Leader, Florian, were deeply wary of Ye Lingyun.

Florian knew that if he were to be defeated,

the entire Werewolf Clan would face a one-sided, brutal slaughter at the hands of the Vampire Clan.

Given the deep-seated blood feud between the two clans,

the Vampire Clan would very likely annihilate the Werewolves completely, wiping them from the face of the earth.