Chapter 5708

That single mass of dragon’s power weighed upon every member of the Skyfiend Sect like an ocean forged of stone. Spiritual energy locked in their veins, lungs shrank, and dread pooled thick as tar inside their chests.

“Mr. Chance! Mr. Chance has returned!”

“The Draconians are with him! So many of them!”

“We’re saved! The Nethergate Sect is saved!”

Despair detonated into euphoria. Wounded disciples of the Nethergate Sect wept, laughed, and clutched one another as sunlight of hope broke through their terror.

Rowena-bloody, shaking, braced against her silver spear-felt tears flood her vision. She nearly collapsed from relief, yet forced trembling knees to hold so she could cry out, “Mr. Chance, you finally came back!”

Jared’s gaze swept the torn earth-bodies of Nethergate disciples who would never rise again, friends butchered beneath Skyfiend blades. He saw Rowena’s torn armor, the gore matting her hair. Ice flared behind his calm eyes, and the very air cooled in fearful response.