"Clan Leader, everything is prepared, the ritual can officially begin."
On the altar, a servant, half-hidden in the darkness, spoke respectfully, showing a pair of black eyes.
Night Roufeng nodded and turned to the person beside him:
"Shu, the usual rule, you handle it."
"Yes."
Ye Shu, with a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, smiled slightly, accustomed to it.
The woman at her side understood, her tail swept, quickly jumping into the air.
"Oooo——"
A low horn sounded, the clang of war drums, accompanied by dazzling bloody fireworks roaring.
In the midst of the long night, three moons of the Nether Moon cold and distant, the moonlight they shed seemed even brighter.
"Kneel."
Night Shu's gentle voice quietly turned, sweeping the heavens and earth with her deep black pupil's majesty, brooking no dispute.
Instantly, within and outside the Without-Sun City, from vassals to Night Family members, one after another dropped to their knees.
"Bang!"
