Chapter 5793

Paxton’s face darkened to iron. He knew the sect would crumble if the panic spread another inch.

“All elders-form up on me! Crush the revolt! Gavin, Yvette-take our elite, safeguard the cubs and the archives. If the line breaks, you escort them out, no hesitation!”

The moment Paxton barked the command, several pivotal nodes of the Sect Guarding Grand Array detonated in unison.

Ghostly blue fire fountained skyward, shredding sigils that had shielded the mountain for centuries. The once-radiant barrier collapsed into a drab, quivering haze, and the innermost gates of the Myriad Beast Sect yawned open like a wound.

“No!” Paxton’s shout cracked through the smoke, half warning, half disbelief. His heart sank into despair.

From every direction rolled fresh battle cries-hoarse, eager, merciless-an avalanche of sound sweeping down the peaks.

The rebellion of the Melded Beastkin had been plotted for seasons. Outer posts, inner vaults, even kitchen corridors erupted at once. Neutral tribes and a few pure-blood clans seduced by promises of power surged into the fray. Within heartbeats, Paxton’s proud stronghold dissolved into civil war.