Chapter 5709

All across the clouds, other Draconian titans dove with thunderous roars.

A Fire Dragon opened its jaws, exhaling a furnace blast so fierce that entire squads below became drifting ash.

A Lightning Dragon beckoned bolts the width of ancient pillars. White-blue ribbons crashed downward, flash-frying armor and flesh alike.

A Wind Dragon twisted the very air into howling cyclones that shredded robes and bodies. Beside it, a Water Dragon breathed spears of soul-freezing ice, turning fleeing shapes into brittle statues that shattered under their own weight.

This was no battle. It was a one-sided culling.

Under the crushing weight of Draconian power, Skyfiend disciples could not muster even a fraction of their usual strength. Spells fizzled, treasured weapons glanced off scale and sinew, and desperation turned to panic.

Screams, pleas, and the wet tear of rended flesh blended into a single, ceaseless dirge. Before Nethergate Sect’s grand gates, the earth itself became a living butcher’s trough, rivers of blood running between severed limbs that still twitched in the dirt.