In the deep forest, the air carried a strange, eerie atmosphere. Several unconscious girls were tied one by one to the tree trunks. The Wolf King's eyes gleamed with lust—he couldn't wait to rush in and satisfy himself right away. The Blood Clan leader intercepted him, speaking firmly, "We must attend to the main matter first. Let's open the gate to the Magic Realm. Once the task is complete, you may do as you please!" "Very well, let's attend to the main matter," the Wolf King replied, somewhat disgruntled. The three of them each pricked their fingers with their daggers, dripping blood onto three golden wine cups, then proceeded to draw blood from the girls, transferring it into another cup. Finally, they carried the cups to a large, dramatically shaped stone. The stone's texture was particularly striking, appearing fierce and rugged at first glance, with a clear indentation directly in front. After exchanging glances, the three simultaneously poured the blood from their cups into the groove. Sizzle… the bloods from different races blend together, emitting a sound like sizzling meat and releasing white steam. The spirit-witch leader beams with delight and whispers, "It's working! We're just one step away from success!" The white mist grows thicker and thicker, and the bloodline leader is equally thrilled. Only the wolf king remains preoccupied, unconsciously glancing toward the bound maiden each time. Gurg… boom… The stone suddenly shatters, sending out a powerful shockwave that propels the three of them far away, landing them hard on the ground. The wolf king is the worst—before he hits the ground, his body crashes through several trees as thick as dinner plates. "For heaven's sake," he mutters, his voice ragged with dismay, "what in the world happened? Why did it explode?" The spirit-witch leader rises from the ground and says, "I have no idea. I didn't intend for this to happen. If I had known the stone would explode, I would have warned you both. Wouldn't I have been knocked over too?" "The Bloodline Chief waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. As long as we can open the gate to the Magic Realm, I'd be delighted even if I were blown apart—let alone killed!" Boom, boom, boom... The shattered stones were lifted high into the air, then shot upward with a sudden "whoosh" of white light, reaching all the way into the sky. The three of them instinctively raised their heads, their line of sight stretching far beyond, yet they could no longer see how high the light had traveled. In the sky, the previously still clouds began to swirl around the beam of white light, forming patterns resembling spirals and rotating swiftly. The Witch Spirit Chief was thrilled, "We're succeeding! We're succeeding!" At the far end of the light, a black hole-like structure emerged, and countless strange creatures began to appear, following the light's path downward. The first creature they saw resembled a giant cockroach—over twenty meters long, with a grotesque and fierce appearance—followed by more and more such beings appearing. "What is that?" "The Wolf King asked. "As for the name of the magical beings in the Realm of Magic, I'm not exactly sure—probably just the vanguard of the magical race," the Spirit-Witch Leader analyzed. "That makes sense," the Blood Dynasty Leader nodded. The Wolf King looked dismissive: "But aren't the magical beings rather unattractive? They look more like giant cockroaches—can they possibly stand a chance against the Chinese cultivators?" Both remained silent. Honestly, they weren't confident either. After all, the Realm of Magic was a world known only through legend, and no one could quite say how strong the magical beings truly were. Yet this lack of certainty did not dampen their hopes. Even if the magical beings weren't as formidable as expected, having one more ally would surely be beneficial. Crack... crack... The leading cockroach emitted a harsh, grating sound—so unpleasant it was nearly unbearable. The leader of the Wushen spirits not only didn't show any displeasure, but smiled warmly and spread his arms, calling out to the sky, "Welcome, great army of the magical beings! I am truly honored..." "Whoosh..." Suddenly, the giant beetle opened its mouth and expelled a yellow energy sphere, hurtling toward him at high speed. Startled, the leader felt a sudden surge of alarm—his sixth sense told him the energy sphere posed a threat. The magical beings seemed less benevolent than he had expected. By the time he realized it, it was too late to dodge. Boom... The energy sphere exploded upon contact, instantly reducing the leader who had failed to react or defend himself into a shower of splinters and fragments. Everyone was stunned. The Wolf King cried out in panic, "How could this happen? Didn't you say that the summoned magical beings would obey the commands of the blood donor? Then why was he killed?" "This was said directly to the Blood Prince. Before the Wolf King arrived, he had already reached an agreement with the Spirit Leader and thus expected to have a good understanding of what was happening in the Magic Realm. Yet the Blood Prince looked utterly distressed, saying, 'I really don't know! He didn't tell me much—only that he could invite the Magic Race to help avenge their grievances. As for the rest... the rest... hurry up! They're here again!' Several glowing orbs descended from the sky, followed by a series of explosions. Those who couldn't escape were thrown to the ground, some even killed instantly. Others, though surviving, were left with missing limbs—arms and legs—shattered into fragments. The Wolf King was completely furious: 'Who gives me an explanation!' His loud outburst caught the attention of several dozen flying crickets, which simultaneously launched an attack. As the saying goes, 'the one who stands out gets hit first'—exactly what this bold and fearless one should have understood, yet clearly, he hadn't grasped it deeply. Boom… boom… boom… While others were crushed into pulp, the Wolf King first turned to fragments, then was scattered into dust. Screams erupted as the survivors scattered, fleeing—yet the flying cockroaches seemed determined not to let them go, launching a relentless pursuit. Explosions rang out continuously, targeting every creature—blood elves, spirit witches, and werewolves alike. It was puzzling how such deep-seated hatred had arisen, for these magical beings had only just arrived and could hardly have any longstanding grievances with these people. Even with their vast membranous wings, the blood elves strained desperately, flapping furiously, yet still couldn’t outpace the towering cockroaches. One by one, they were caught and reduced to splinters. The blood elves themselves could not escape—how much less could the spirit witches, who moved at a slower pace, and the werewolves, who lagged even further behind? They were mere targets, and all met a tragic end. The intense competition below is now drawing to a close. A colossal cockroach, exceeding fifty meters in length, begins to drift down from the sky. Standing atop its head is a figure resembling a Western demon—about three meters tall, with sinewy, muscular limbs clad in an oddly shaped armor. He observes the unfolding events with a calm, detached gaze, then opens his mouth and speaks with a cold tone: "Unbelievably ambitious Earthlings! You've only just managed to open the portal to the Magic Realm at this late hour, and now you dare attempt to command the magical beings? You're simply dreaming!" With a sudden motion, he draws a long sword suspended at his waist, and emits a roar reminiscent of a wild beast.