Chapter 5707
Blood already streaked Rowena’s left arm. A gash so deep the bone flashed white poured scarlet down her sleeve, soaking half her robe.
But the invaders were stronger, and they had numbers.
The black-robed Skyfiend cultivators struck with unsettling techniques-acidic shadows and ripping vortices-every blow reeking of ruin and plunder.
One by one, Nethergate disciples were caught. Their vital energy shattered, bodies either corroded to chalk-white bone or torn apart by savage energy, their blood misting the night sky.
Their screams of agony, braided with the furious wails of the dying, rose into a dirge of utter despair.
A gaunt man in a black hood let out a rasping laugh. “Rowena, why cling to hopeless resistance? We tread the same demonic road. Your Nethergate Sect grovels beneath a human guest like a whipped cur. You have disgraced every demonic cultivator!”
“Stuff it, Skyfiend scum!” Rowena battered two attackers aside and glared at the skeletal commander. “Mr. Chance is our honored guest- our benefactor. Even demonic cultivators can keep their honor. Thieves like you will never understand that!”
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