Chapter 5680

But the reprieve ended there.

The Soul Devourer’s cultivation towered far above Sylvia’s-an ocean against a candle flame. Any temporary restraint was meaningless beside such weight.

In less than a breath, the sword light shattered with a dull roar.

The ice-blue sword shrieked, fractures racing along the blade before it splintered into glittering shards.

A backlash of demonic aura tore into Sylvia’s body. She screamed as if threaded with poisoned needles; blood seeped from every pore until she was painted red, then she crashed to the floor, breath thin as spider silk.

The desperate strike of two Heavenly Immortal experts had not slowed that colossal palm even for an instant.

They couldn’t even force the Soul Devourer to lift a finger in earnest. That alone spoke volumes—and the message was terrifying.