The fear of the believers towards the Blood Tax officers was almost ingrained in their instincts. Normally, just one or two Blood Tax officers were enough to make them take a detour, and today, so many Blood Tax officers descended, instantly throwing the scene into chaos.
"Do not let anyone escape, and try not to let anyone bleed."
The Night Race coldly issued orders, his gaze toward the believers filled with disgust, yet he couldn't do without this group of believers, not even a drop of blood could be wasted.
The Blood Tax officers exchanged glances. They might have once had a conscience, but in this desperate Land of Eternal Night, those with a conscience usually did not survive long.
The team pushed forward, compressing the believers' space, forcing them to retreat again and again, the dark crowd squeezing together.
