The ice sculpture shattered into countless fragments.
At the same time, the entire castle shook violently, those blood runes twisted like living creatures, rising into the air to form a giant black moon pattern.
"Blood Race Teleportation Gate!"
Calvin leaped off the dragon's back, looking anxious: "Master Laine, we must..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
Numerous shadowy tendrils extended from the black moon pattern, piercing through the chests of the nearest Flame Dragon Knights in an instant.
Ye Qingzhou saw their blood reverse flow upward, being absorbed into the black moon, and decisively ordered, shouting loudly: "Retreat the entire army!"
Xiaohuo leaped up, its massive body soaring into the sky.
When the last Blazing Flame Flying Dragon withdrew from the castle's boundaries, the black moon finally fully expanded.
A tall silver-haired figure emerged from the darkness, blood-red pupils meeting Ye Qingzhou's gaze from miles away for a fleeting moment.
