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Chapter 889 - 403: Formation of the Anti-Blood Race Front

"Dracula will complete the final transformation tonight."

Ye Qingzhou rolled up his sleeve to cover the rune, then said calmly, "We must stop him."

"One more thing."

Serena pulled a page made of Ice Crystal from the codex: "This is a Magic Scroll I personally drew. Tearing it open at a critical moment might change the tide of battle."

Ye Qingzhou solemnly took the scroll. He could feel the terrifying Magic Power contained within the thin Dragon Skin Paper.

Once unleashed, its power would be unmatched.

The night sky over Eternal Night Wilderness was a sickly purplish-red.

The blood moon hung like a huge, bloodshot eye in the center of the sky, dyeing the whole frozen land red.

Ye Qingzhou knelt on one knee in the final halo of the Teleportation Array, feeling the sting from the scar on his left eye. The Original Force within him was already boiling, for the Shadow Dome was just three miles away.

"Node confirmed."

Calvin’s voice came through the communication crystal, "Group one in position."

"Group two in position."

"Group three..."

Ye Qingzhou gripped the "Frost Winter Oath," and the Frost Power spread along the sword.

Behind him, twenty Frost Guards had already formed a battle formation.

These elite mages personally trained by Serena each had the power to freeze a small lake.

"Group four in position."

The final communication came through.

Ye Qingzhou raised his left hand, the black rune under the blood moon glowed with an eerie light: "Action."

Four ice-blue pillars of light simultaneously shot up from different locations in the wilderness, striking at the Barrier of the Shadow Dome.

The purple shield trembled violently like a wounded beast, with cobweb-like cracks appearing on its surface.

Ye Qingzhou had already rushed to the castle’s main gate, Xiaohuo swooped down from the clouds, melting the gate that was closing urgently with a spray of Dragon Flame.

"Stay close to me!"

He swung his sword, cutting down two Blood Race guards that lunged at him. The intertwining Sword Qi of ice and fire triggered both freezing and explosive combustion upon contact with the enemy. This unique combat style had become the signature kill move of the "Ice and Fire Sword."

The interior of the castle was even more bizarre than imagined.

The walls were covered in pulsating flesh, and countless vine-like blood vessels hung from the ceiling.

When Ye Qingzhou led his team into the central hall, the scene before him left the most seasoned warriors gasping for breath.

Hundreds of transparent incubation pods were arranged in concentric circles, each containing humanoid figures. They had pale skin and sharp fangs, with a black sun emblem on their chests resembling the Morning Star Family’s crest.

And at the center on a high platform, Duke Dracula was injecting a tube of dark red liquid into the last incubation pod.

"Daywalker Legion..."

Ye Qingzhou’s sword trembled slightly.

Those black sun emblems were all too familiar; they were the traits of the Morning Star Bloodline transformed into the Black Sun Bloodline. The Eternal Night Council was using the Morning Star Family’s bloodline to create monsters!

Dracula turned around, his silver hair shining like a waterfall under the blood moon.

His red eyes locked directly onto Ye Qingzhou: "Ah, the perfect sacrifice finally walks into the trap, this gift of fate I shall gladly accept."

Dracula’s elegant voice was as rich as aged wine: "Just in time for the graduation ceremony."

Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Qi swept out, spiraling ice and fire energy towards the high platform.

Dracula only lightly raised his hand, and a blood curtain rose from the ground, effortlessly neutralizing the attack.

"Such impatience is not good."

As a Blood Race Duke, Dracula smiled and snapped his fingers: "Look who’s come to see you?"

The side door of the hall boomed open, and the figure emerging caused Ye Qingzhou’s expression to change—Prince Edmund Saint Clair held a chain, the other end tied to a tall knight in pitch-black armor.

When the knight removed his helmet, the Frost Guards collectively gasped.

"Lord... Lord Kaine?"

But that couldn’t be Kaine.

The eldest son of the Morning Star Family had been dead for three months—killed by Ye Qingzhou’s own hand.

Yet the creature before them bore Kaine’s exact features, only with ghastly pale skin and blood-red eyes.

"Surprised?"

Prince Edmund laughed triumphantly, looking at Ye Qingzhou with a playful gleam in his eyes: "Your Morning Star family’s firstborn is now our finest Night Knight. Lord Dracula resurrected him, of course... with some improvements."

"Leii..."

The former Kaine spoke, his voice like clashing metal, filled with deep-seated hatred: "I... want... you dead..."

"Heh, restless even in death, such a bother."

Ye Qingzhou shook the blade in his hand, the "Frost Winter Oath" erupted with unprecedented light, slashing out a Frost Sword Qi: "The dead should rest in their graves."

Dracula’s laughter echoed in the hall: "Brother against brother, such a delightful scene. Leii, how does it feel to kill your brother for the second time?"

He turned into a bat, suddenly appearing before Ye Qingzhou, cold fingers reaching for the scar on Ye Qingzhou’s left eye: "The perfect balance of ice and fire, you’ve even touched the edge of Original Force, nearing the taboo belonging to the Divine Spirit."

Ye Qingzhou raised his sword, piercing Dracula’s chest.

Yet the adversary merely ignored the piercing wound in front of him, nonchalantly shaking his head, as if handling a child’s tantrum.

From the wound, not blood, but thick Dark Energy flowed out.

"Time’s up."

Dracula looked up at the reddening blood moon in the sky: "Witness the true resurrection ritual!"

The incubation pods on the high platform simultaneously opened, and hundreds of Daywalkers knelt uniformly.