Chapter 5776

“We march with thunder,” he declared, each word a drumbeat. “One strike, and the Myriad Beast Sect is ash. Any tongue that wavers will be sliced from its traitorous mouth-on the spot.”

His frigid stare swept the chamber like a steel scythe. Under that weight, every throat sealed tight.

Elders and stewards bent in trembling unison. “Your will is law, sir.”

The order raced through the sect faster than ever.

Across the Blood-scar Plains, spears of demon light shot skyward from mines, fortresses, and shadowed shrines, converging on the sect’s citadel like crows returning to a single carcass.

Forge halls shrieked day and night, birthing hell-black blades and armor. Apothecaries emptied their vaults, hurling battle elixirs into waiting hands. Tamed war beasts-snarling under iron saddles-pawed the cracked earth, hungry for slaughter.

The Infinite Soul Demon Sect-an engine built for war-roared to life at full throttle. Murderous energy punched into the rusty clouds above, then barreled straight toward the distant Myriad Beast Mountains.