Chapter 5420

Thastrum stood amid a tightening ring of demonic souls. The golden glow of his primordial spiritual energy—once a blazing beacon-now sputtered like a candle in a gale. Each punch he threw felt as if the very air had turned to lead, every motion dragging through invisible shackles that bled his strength.

Beside him, Half-Beast King Imorn wheezed and swayed. Deep gashes cut across the titan’s fur-clad flesh, his pupils glassy with fatigue. Only a single, stubborn will kept the monarch upright—a vow not to fall until no breath remained to draw.

“We can’t hold them any longer!” the beast race cultivator screamed, voice cracking under terror.

He hurled his battle-axe to the blood-soaked ground, spun, and bolted toward the rear lines, armor clattering like brittle tin.

His retreat lit a fuse of panic. The lone deserter became the match that ignited a wildfire of dread across the ranks.

One after another, cultivators broke formation. The battlefield transformed into a stampede of the desperate, each mind ruled not by honor but by the frantic need to live another moment.

“Hold your ground-d*mn it, hold! We still have a chance!” Rylan’s throat strained raw as he bellowed, yet even he was tangled by a swarm of demonic souls, his spear strokes slower with every heartbeat.