Chapter 5794

A scouting elder-one of the few still on his feet-bowed low. “Our threads converge on the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, Master. They dangled obscene profits, threw in demonic pills and cursed weapons, and seduced Garth. The masked fighters who stormed our gates were their embedded agents.”

“The Infinite Soul Demon Sect-Sheldon Soulsby!” Paxton’s fist locked tight. Knuckles split, leaking blood that dripped to the moss below. “Until that debt is paid,” he growled, “I, Paxton, will not rest!”

A dazed elder whispered, “Sir, what do we do now?”

The question floated over the shattered clan like smoke. Without their stronghold, they were seeds torn from soil, unsure where or whether to land.

Paxton inhaled once, twice, forcing the tremor out of his lungs. “Listen. The Myriad Beast Sect is battered, not buried. As long as hearts beat, we rebuild.”

His gaze sharpened. “That begins with finding Mr. Chance.”

Gavin and Yvette straightened, sparks returning to eyes dulled by grief. “Find him—yes! Mr. Chance is way smarter and stronger than we are. With him, we’ll take back what is ours.”