Elton's figure stood tall in the air, his pale skin glistening coldly in the moonlight. His eyes are deep, as if he can see all the secrets of the world. A cruel smile hung on his lips, as if enjoying the wanton killing. The cloak he wore fluttered in the night wind, like a black ghost hovering in the night sky.

The dark creatures, under Elton's command, launched a fierce charge at the Terran positions with unparalleled attack power. Their eyes gleamed with cruelty, and their bodies flew through the night sky as fast as lightning. They attack in a variety of ways, using sharp claws, powerful magic, and poisonous bodily fluids to quickly break down the Terran defenses.

The Terran soldiers rose up in fear, firing a barrage of arrows and throwing deadly javelins, trying with the last of their courage to fend off the mighty forces of darkness. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not stop the onslaught of the dark creatures. Their positions began to crumble under the onslaught of dark creatures, and the soldiers collapsed in despair, consumed by the darkness.

Elton watched from the sidelines, cruelty and satisfaction glint in his eyes. He opened his thin lips and let out a smug sneer. He finally achieved his goal, recovering these dark creatures and carrying out this complete encirclement and suppression of the Terrans. His heart was filled with the joy of victory, waiting for the final fruits of victory to fall into his hands.

With indescribable speed and power, they wreak havoc on everything. The power of the powerhouses of the Frontier Realm of the Dark Creature is like an endless terror drawn from nothingness, dragging the surrounding space and time into an endless abyss.

The Terran Frontier Realm powerhouses faced the battle fearlessly, their power shining as brightly as the sun, breaking through the shackles of darkness. However, the power of the dark creatures seems to be endless, and they bloom with strange and powerful power in the midst of destruction. These forces pressed down on the Terran powerhouses like a storm, breaking their power one by one.

The Terran feudal powerhouses were defeated one after another, and their power seemed so insignificant under the attack of the dark creatures. One by one, their figures dimmed in the darkness, as if swallowed by the endless darkness.

However, even in the midst of such despair, the Terrans have an unyielding fighting spirit. They rushed to the dark creatures again and again, using their lives and blood, to challenge this powerful dark force again and again. Their bravery and fearlessness make people feel both admired and regretted.

They gritted their teeth and made their way through the world of the Eighth Gate, with Rain in front and Mitheus and Ariel close behind. However, just as the world of this door began to distort and blur, Mu Yu suddenly disappeared from their sight as if he had been grabbed by an invisible hand.

"Mu Yu!" Mitheus exclaimed, trying to grab her, but only to catch a piece of nothingness. His heart ached, and he knew they were separated.

Before they could digest the sudden turn of events, they found themselves in a sea of blood. Before their eyes, a sea of blood rolled, blood-red waves like cursed spirits, angrily crashing against the rocks of the shore.

The strangeness of this ocean did not stop there, they felt a strong vibration from the ground beneath their feet, as if something huge was waking up from the depths of the sea.

Just as they were stunned, the air behind them suddenly fluctuated, and the vampire's eerie aura approached again. They looked back and saw that the vampires were already in their sight.

"Looks like we're still being caught up." Ariel gripped her sword tightly, her expression grim.

Mitheus clenched the silver sword in his hand, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, as if sensing the impending battle. His blue eyes shone with determination, like stars in the cold winter, not overwhelmed by darkness. There was a hint of coldness on his countenance, and there was an indomitable aura on his body.

Ariel gripped her wand tightly, and it creaked in her hand, as if in response to her inner tension and anticipation. Her green eyes shone with a vigilant glow, and it was clear that she was also ready for battle. Her long hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like a forest elf, waiting for her prey to appear.

The vampires laughed at them, sharp teeth gleaming coldly in the darkness. It spread its arms and leaned forward slightly, as if ready to tear the two challengers apart with its fangs and minions. Its eyes glittered with cruelty and bloodlust, as if it had smelled the fear and blood of both of them.

Suddenly, the vampire swooped down on them at an alarming speed. Mitheus swung her silver sword like a dragon, and Ariel quickly cast a spell, a blazing flame flying out of her wand towards the vampire.

The sword light intertwined with the flames, illuminating the dark night sky. The sound of the explosion echoed through the air, shaking the entire estate. Dust and crumbling masonry make for a post-apocalyptic scene. However, in the midst of this chaos, Mitheus and Ariel did not flinch, but instead strengthened their eyes.

The vampire was knocked back a few steps by the powerful attack, but then pounced viciously. Its body looked even more terrifying in the moonlight, with a distorted face and fierce eyes. It waved its huge tail and pounced on them like a venomous snake.

Mitheus skillfully dodged the vampire's attack while swinging his sword at its tail. He has a strong body, as sharp and agile as a leopard in the forest. Ariel uses her wand to fend off the vampire's attacks while unleashing more fire attacks.

The battle raged fiercely and quickly, with both sides displaying incredible strength and skill in this endless night. However, despite the fact that both Mitheus and Ariel are extremely powerful warriors, they still face a huge challenge against this undead creature - a vampire. Every attack is like a confrontation with endless power, and every dodge is like jumping over an impassable abyss.

Ariel stood there silently, her eyes fixed on the darkness beyond. Her face was slightly pale, but her eyes burned with a fire of bravery. Her fingers gently stroked the staff's head, which shimmered with a faint magical glow.

Suddenly, a dark figure sped through the darkness, vampire's fangs glinting in the moonlight. Mitheus and Ariel acted in tacit agreement, he swung his sword and rushed forward, while she chanted spells and swung her staff.

The sword light intertwined with the dark shadows, striking the vampire's body with a metallic sound. Ariel's magic turned into brilliant rays of light, tearing through the darkness and knocking the vampires back.

The battle between the two sides was fierce and tense, like a storm. Every sword strike, every magic attack, is carried with determination and courage to the death. The combination of Mitheus and Ariel is impeccable, and their combat power is boosted in every encounter.