The blood purity of the Night Race member whose blood had been completely drained was evidently not high. He curled up his body, struggled to lower his head, attempting to lick the bloodstains of others injured on the ground. However, no matter how his shriveled lips sucked, threads of blood still flowed out from his severed throat.
Gradually, he fell silent, dying so easily, just like a mortal.
Simultaneously with the death of this Night Race, the other Night Race members were cornered by Olivia. In the darkness, countless shadowed hands intertwined, forming an invisible shadow prison.
The Night Race members, like headless flies, crashed into the cage one after another, promptly restrained by shadowed hands, or their limbs were severed, leaving mangled bodies, miserably hanging on the shadowy web.
"Did you know? Besides sunlight and silver, the Night Race has another weakness that can hardly be called a weakness."
