"Inform the Lord of the Faceless, the vampire army is approaching!" A soldier hurriedly entered the palace, his forehead covered in sweat, clearly having just run all the way to deliver the news.

The Faceless sat at the desk, flipping through the scroll in his hand and let out a mocking chuckle, "Like moths to a flame, how foolish."

"My Lord, how shall we engage in battle?" asked a winged man soldier.

The Faceless stood up, brushing off the dust from his clothes and replied nonchalantly, "A while ago, a batch of winged man reinforcements arrived. Divide the winged men into two teams and launch a surprise attack on the vampires from both sides. The witch tribe will be in charge of long-range magical attacks. The Worm, Incubus, and Bimong tribes will serve as the vanguard, working together with the winged men to annihilate those vampires."

After the winged man soldier left to carry out the orders, the Faceless walked alone to the courtyard, looking up at the blue sky above. He muttered under his breath, "This battle will surely weaken you greatly. The vampires will be no match for us."

The winged man soldier relayed every word spoken by the Faceless to the demon Sui Liangfeng, the Night Phantom.

Sui Liangfeng listened with a calm expression and looked up at the sky, saying indifferently, "Do as he said! Lord Bai Long will arrange everything."

"Yes!"

Sui Liangfeng waved his sleeve and disappeared into the room.

As the Faceless's orders spread, many different tribes and races began to mobilize, each assigned their own tasks to confront the vampires.

Modi, the doll demon from the Sun-Moon Empire, controlled thousands of mechanical dolls. With bodies made of various materials, each doll looked exactly like a real person. The only inherent flaw was the lack of a soul, lacking autonomous thinking like a human. They could only act according to instructions.

In addition to the dolls, there were also the elite forces of the Sun-Moon Empire. They wore specially-made armor, black cloaks, carried short swords, shields, and bows and arrows. They stood tall and imposing, exuding a chilling aura, intimidating their enemies.

This force was called the Silver Wolf Guard, composed of elite fighters selected from various provinces of the Sun-Moon Empire. Each member was a formidable high-ranking warrior, not to be underestimated.

"I really hate angels," Modi shook his head helplessly.

Although Modi disliked angels, it did not stop him from participating in this battle. After all, both angels and the other races were detested by him. First, Ruined Land would be wiped out, and then the angels.

"Modi, when shall we launch the attack?" asked the captain of the Silver Wolf Guard.

"We'll strike when the vampire army and the Ruined Land alliance forces engage in battle," Modi casually replied, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

"Yes," the captain respectfully responded.

"Modi, shall we seize the opportunity to ambush the vampires?" another member of the Silver Wolf Guard whispered to Modi.

Hearing this, Modi glanced at him sideways, speaking in a cold and sarcastic tone, "What kind of stupid question is this? The vampires are our allies. Ambush them? Have you lost your mind? Or do you think you can single-handedly defeat the entire Ruined Land?"

The person shrunk his neck and sheepishly closed his mouth.

The devil of flames, Jinghe, led the Shadow Guard to enter the territory of the White Stork Empire and began to assassinate the witch tribe warriors on the city walls. Jinghe has fully inherited the abilities of the previous devil of flames, Huangming, and her body seems to possess infinite power. With the Ashen Sword in her hand, Jinghe moves gracefully, attacking swiftly and ruthlessly. Any enemy troops within a hundred meters of Jinghe are all killed by her.

Lan Zu, who was in the distance, saw the flames rising on the walls of White Stork and couldn't help but rub her forehead.

"Why did it turn out like this when I sent her to assassinate the witch tribe mages?" she muttered.

"Shouldn't we go help her?" Lili, who was standing nearby, asked with an anxious expression on her face.

"No need! Your 'Firefly' troops should assist the main forces as much as possible and minimize casualties," Lan Zu ordered.

"Alright," Lili agreed before leaving.

"Listen to my command, attack!" Lan Zu shouted, raising her sword.

Thirty thousand elite vampire warriors spread their blood wings and soared into the air, cutting through the sky in a long arc, charging towards the cities of the White Stork Empire with an unstoppable momentum. The vampire army surged towards the city walls like a tide, the densely packed blood-colored wings spreading across the horizon, sending shivers down one's spine.

The vanguard forces composed of the Bimong tribe, Worms, and Incubus, also refused to back down. They roared and howled, wielding their weapons, fearlessly charging towards the vampire army, vowing to resist to the death.

The two sides clashed together, blood flowing, screams piercing the skies, and the air filled with a strong scent of blood.

A fierce battle had officially begun.

The "Firefly" troops led by Verli held their divine guns, aiming and shooting from the rear, covering the battlefield in front, ensuring the safety of their own personnel and preventing the enemy from ambushing their own forces.

The Bimong orcs wielded giant axes, swinging them unleashing fierce hurricanes. Their colossal bodies stomped on the ground, causing rocks to roll and thunderous noises to echo, creating a billowing dust cloud. The strength of the Bimong orcs was terrifying - with one punch, they could shatter a small hill.

A group of vampire soldiers held explosive guns and threw them at the Bimong orcs. Explosions bloomed in a radiant burst, enveloping the Bimong orcs with a strong sense of threat. They dodged one after another.

The aftermath of the explosions swept across the ground, kicking up a haze of dust and leaving behind deep ravines.

Consecutive rounds of explosive guns were dropped from above, with the dense explosions covering almost all of the Bimong orcs, causing a chain reaction. The Bimong orcs revealed gruesome wounds on their bodies.

"Roar——"

Piercing howls continuously poured out of the mouths of the Bimong orcs, accompanied by splashing blood. The footsteps of the Bimong orcs slowly halted until they fell to the ground.

One by one, the Bimong orcs fell, and the breath of death gradually spread.

At the same time, Modi led the Silver Wolf Guards into the battlefield, every move and technique lethal. Any Worms or Incubus who approached them couldn't escape their fate.

Modi controlled the puppets to enter the battlefield. They had strange forms and incredibly fast speed, able to take the lives of their opponents in the blink of an eye. The puppets possessed immense strength and swift movements. Once they caught their targets, the injuries could range from severe disability to instantaneous death.

Maskless heard the sound of explosions one after another, sensing that things were not going well. Even with frequent magical bombardments, it would not be possible to keep releasing them continuously, as the recovery of magical energy could not keep up with the amount being released.

He immediately walked out of the palace and looked into the distance.

Thick smoke filled the air as the explosions continued, and faint cries of pain could be heard.

Just as Maskless was rushing towards the frontline, Sui Liangfeng stood in his way and coldly stared at him. "Please stop, Lord Maskless."

"Get out of my way!" Maskless had no face, so his expression couldn't be seen, but Sui Liangfeng keenly sensed the murderous intent emanating from him.

Sui Liangfeng did not move aside but continued to block Maskless's path. He said in a deep voice, "Lord Maskless, you cannot go there. Your status is too noble, and it is unnecessary for you to personally deal with mere vampires."

Maskless detected the warning and mockery in Sui Liangfeng's words. "What do you mean? Are you trying to stop me? Don't forget, you are now under my command, and I have the right to order you."

"You misunderstand, Lord Maskless. I only hope that you don't act rashly, lest you be manipulated by others." Sui Liangfeng said with a faint smile.

"Who are you exactly?" As Maskless finished speaking, he immediately reached out and grasped Sui Liangfeng by the throat, lifting him up.

Sui Liangfeng's face turned red, his breathing became difficult, and he struggled to break free from Maskless's grip.

Maskless tightened his five fingers, producing a crisp cracking sound. Sui Liangfeng's neck bone broke, and he died on the spot.

Maskless looked at the fallen Sui Liangfeng with no expression on his face and turned to leave the palace.

"Hey hey hey! Lord Maskless, where are you going?" At this moment, Sui Liangfeng stood behind Maskless and patted his shoulder.

Maskless suddenly turned around, staring at him. "You're not dead?"

Sui Liangfeng smiled and said, "I'm not so easily killed. Lord Maskless, you should be concerned about your own safety."

"Get lost!" Maskless shouted angrily and pierced Sui Liangfeng's chest with one palm.

Sui Liangfeng's pupils dilated, looking down at the hand penetrated into his abdomen. Blood dripped from the hand, quickly forming a filthy pool.

Sui Liangfeng struggled to lift his head, his gaze deep and intense as he stared at Maskless.

"Who...exactly are you..."

"Even lowly ants dare to speculate..."

Before Maskless could finish speaking, a purple short dagger pierced through his left chest from his back. As the blade was pulled out, it took away a mass of flesh and blood.

Maskless turned around in disbelief, only to see a black-clothed man with purple hair holding the short dagger, smiling at him. The man forcefully thrust the tip of the dagger through Maskless's chest, bringing it out from the front.

"Lord Maskless, haven't I warned you not to act rashly?" Sui Liangfeng calmly said.

As he spoke, the dagger in Sui Liangfeng's hand transformed into a magic sword. The poison on the blade instantly corroded Maskless's body, and countless purple patterns crawled over his skin.

Maskless stiffened and became motionless, eventually turning into a lifeless corpse on the ground.

To ensure that Maskless was truly dead, Sui Liangfeng severed his head with a single strike, then chopped his body into pieces and set it on fire.

Sui Liangfeng is incredibly steady, it's unbelievable. Every step he takes is well-thought-out, leaving no chance for accidents to happen.

One can only imagine the unbelievable events that Sui Liangfeng must have experienced, which have shaped him into the steady person he is today.