Chapter 5581
“Who says I can’t call reinforcements without help from a branch?” Esorin replied, a frigid smile carving lines into his face.
The old devil’s soft chuckle echoed like a rusted hinge. Cold promise shimmered behind his eyes.
Figures began to stride out of the gate—one after another—none of them anything but Demonic Cultivators. Each arrival left a smoky after-image of black miasma curling over the ruined flagstones.
First to emerge was a giant of a man. He carried a mountain-cleaving axe whose iron edge could have split a city wall. Black fog coiled around his shoulders, making his outline blur and swell like a living shadow.
Jared’s eyes narrowed. “That brute isn’t from the Malevolent Path Hall?”
“Correct,” Onneas said quickly, keeping pace beside him. “We’re on level eight, Jared—that’s Fiend-Titan Sect. The axe-bearer is their sect master, Maximilian Stonehelm. We have crossed blades with him before.”
Jared’s jaw flexed. “Then before his friends pour through, we hit—hard.”
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