1925 Greetings Carl and the hundreds of vampires looked at the bloody scene in front of them, their eyes filled with desire. Creatures like the Flood Dragon Race possessed blood strength higher than that of normal people. However, Fang Heng had yet to issue any commands, and none of the vampires dared to perform recklessly. “Carl.” Prince Carl’s expression became serious as he took a half-step forward. “Yes!” “Establish a vampire’s altar and condense the blood.” “Understood!” Prince Carl finally comprehended. As it turned out, Your Majesty had summoned them from afar not for a battle but to assist in condensing the blood. That made sense. For battle, this group of zombie creatures was more than sufficient. Prince Carl cast a glance at the distant battlefield, confirming the terrain, and then waved to his fellow vampires. “Follow me! Set up the altar!” “Yes,!” The vampires gathered, transforming into bat forms and following Carl toward a space on the distant coast. Soon, a large vampire magic array was gradually constructed on the shore. Prince Carl stood in front of the vampire magic array, manipulating it. Behind him, hundreds of vampires simultaneously activated the magic array. In an instant, a blood-red light surged from the magic array. Fang Heng remained quietly in his spot, watching the center of the battlefield. The passive skill would spawn mutated infected zombies but also lead to the mutation of corpses, preventing vampires from extracting the blood’s strength. There was no way to recruit soldiers. Oh well. “Chi, chi…” Soon, sizzling sounds echoed on the battlefield. Under the magic array’s effect, tiny, nearly atomized blood Qi continuously emanated from the corpses left by the Flood Dragon Race. They floated in the air, gradually converging toward the magic array. In just a brief moment, even the entire seaside was shrouded in a red mist of Blood. … The fighting style of the Flood Dragon Race was extremely valiant, and their territory extended over a considerable stretch along the coast. They continuously rallied and surged from the depths of their domain, bravely resisting the invasion of outsiders. From start to finish, there was no hint of fear as they charged forward, initiating deathly assaults. Even Fang Heng couldn’t help but be impressed by this tenacity. The battle persisted for over an hour before gradually reaching its conclusion. A vast expanse of corpses was left along the coastal edge. The Blood mist enveloping the area had become incredibly dense, almost provoking a taste of rust with each deep breath. At the coastal periphery, under the control of Prince Carl, eighteen thick blood pools had already congealed. Upon seeing Fang Heng approaching, Carl temporarily ceased controlling the magic array, kneeling on one knee to report, “Your Majesty, the Blood Strength of the Flood Dragon Race is even more potent than anticipated. Manipulating the magic array is challenging, and we still require some time to complete it. The guessed duration is more than ten hours.” “Alright, I entrust this to you. Expedite the process.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” Fang Heng nodded, signaling for Carl to continue. He then extended his hand forward. “Chi, chi chi…” The blood pool before him surged. After Carl’s initial refinement, the blood pool was already remarkably concentrated. Yet, it was not sufficient. Once the refinement was complete, he would need to utilize the coffin of the Vampire King for additional refinement before converting it into experience points. These two steps couldn’t be delegated to anyone else. While Fang Heng was amid refinement, he caught sight of a game hint swiftly flashing across his retina. [Hint: The player has successfully exterminated the Flood Dragon Race residing in the Jones Kingdom. The player has gained 2,710,000 reputation points in the Enkama Empire and 5,440,000 reputation points in the Jones Kingdom.] They were annihilated… D*mn it, this was a setback! Fang Heng peered at the fleeting game notification, feeling a sense of loss. His visit this time was rushed, leaving no time to seek out relevant missions, inevitably missing out on rewards. Considering the strength of the Flood Dragon Race, the mission to exterminate them was at least an S-level difficulty. Missing out on a reward felt like a small loss. Deep in thought, Fang Heng heard a commotion from the area behind him. He couldn’t help but turn around and gaze at a location not far from him. Anthea, accompanied by a small contingent of heavy-armored knights, hurriedly arrived to provide support. Both parties almost simultaneously departed from the military fortress. However, due to the mountain range that separated the territory of the Flood Dragon Race and the military fortress, Anthea had been delayed on her journey and had only just arrived. Emerging from a dense forest, Anthea was astonished to witness the coastal area shrouded in a red mist of blood. The heavy-armored knights accompanying her displayed expressions of awe, tinged with a hint of fear. “This…” A thick layer of blood mist blanketed the entire coastline. What had transpired here? The pervasive scent of blood was as if they were in hell. Even the seasoned warrior Anthea found herself deeply unsettled. When Fang Heng had earlier inquired about the Flood Dragon Race, Anthea had found it somewhat peculiar. Now, with his summons to the edge of the Flood Dragon Race’s territory, her confusion deepened. Fear laden Anthea’s gaze. She had never imagined that World Lord Fang Heng would take the initiative to attack the Flood Dragon Race at this crucial juncture! And yet, he had done so! The Flood Dragon Race was highly sensitive to their territory, any invasion would prompt them to attack recklessly. Even if the entire race faced complete annihilation, they would fight until the last moment! Assessing the current situation… There was no longer a single living member of the Flood Dragon Race on the shore. The war had concluded. The Flood Dragon Race had been utterly eradicated. Taking a deep breath, Anthea ordered her heavy-armored knights to remain in place. She spurred her horse forward, approached Fang Heng alone. “World Lord Fang Heng.” “Yes, Great Commander Anthea, your timing is perfect. Your knowledge of the Flood Dragon Race surpasses mine. Come with me and take a look inside.” “Alright.” Fang Heng nodded and accompanied Anthea into the territory of the Flood Dragon Race. As they ventured deeper into the Flood Dragon Race’s territory, Fang Heng quickly noticed several caves that had been carved out at the edge of the coast. Observing Fang Heng’s attention, Anthea explained, “World Lord Fang Heng, the coastal area is the dwelling place of the Flood Dragon Race. While they excel in aquatic warfare, most of the time, they live on the ground. These caves serve as their usual resting and living spaces.” “Yes.” Fang Heng thought to himself that it was fortunate the Flood Dragon Race was courageous. Otherwise, if they had exploited the terrain to retreat into the sea, fully eradicating the entire race would have been far from straightforward. In any case, it would have required ten times more time. Anthea had fought with the Flood Dragon Race several times and knew how terrifying they were. The further she went, the more shocked she became. The strength of World Lord Fang Heng had already reached such heights! He had managed to single-handedly obliterate the entire Flood Dragon Race in such a short time.