Ian was leading his clansmen through their final feast when he suddenly sensed something was off and looked around.
"Where's the steward? Why isn't he back yet?"
"Yeah..."
The other clansmen were also surprised. They were still waiting for him to bring back their rewards. After eating the flesh and blood, then swallowing a Crystal Core—wouldn't that be wonderful?
"Could the steward have gotten lost?"
"Nonsense. How could he get lost in his own home and still be a steward?"
"That's true."
"..."
Just then, a commotion rose from downstairs, and the elderly servant who led the others hurried over.
"Lord Ian, this is bad! All the sacrifices in the cold storage are gone. When I went in just now, the guards' corpses were all over the floor."
"What?"
Ian frowned tightly and shot up from his seat. Seeing the old man trembling, he could tell that he had encountered something terrifying.
Something had most likely infiltrated the castle...
"Your rewards are here."
A cold voice suddenly rang out. At the same time, the entire castle trembled as a terrifying pressure spread through it.
Wherever it passed, the walls and floor cracked apart, with spiderweb-like fissures spreading rapidly.
Several vampire clansmen caught within it exploded on the spot.
"What is this?"
The remaining vampires looked horrified and turned their heads. They saw a figure in white walking toward them, and with every step he took, the energy of the Corpse Domain grew stronger.
At that moment, the god of death descended!
Having gotten what he wanted, Lin Dong could not be bothered to keep lurking in the shadows. He revealed himself directly, intending to slaughter everyone here.
"Get out of the way!"
The vampires scattered and fled in panic, desperately avoiding the power of the Corpse Domain.
Lin Dong ignored