Chapter 5678

The cheers that had been rattling through the main hall of Nethergate Sect were strangled mid-cry, as though an invisible titan had clamped its fist around every throat.

From the platform, Soul Devourer rose-no flourish, no grand gesture, merely standing-but the whole world appeared to pivot on this single point, all gravity rewired to him alone.

Moments ago, the giant had seemed terrifying. Now his menace felt like a firefly before the full moon, a creek set against the boundless sea.

A thunderous rumble rolled overhead, deep enough to shake dust from the broken rafters.

Outside, the sky-already bruised by demonic aura-plunged into total night.

Clouds thick as congealed ink whirled together, churning like a cauldron. No clean lightning flickered there, only faces- thousands of distorted, wailing spirits that flashed and vanished with piercing shrieks.

A wind colder than graves rushed through the shattered doors, whipping robes like tattered flags and probing straight into bone.