Chapter 5819

A ragged, rasping laugh split the dusk. “Hahaha! Today marks the end of your precious Mystic Sky Sword Sect, Linden Cloudridge!”

Sheldon hovered behind a phalanx of wailing phantom serpents. Each writhing coil merged into a vast Soul-Devouring Demon Dragon that slammed its spectral skull against the faltering barrier. “When this grand array breaks, I will butcher every last one of you-for the humiliation you dealt me before!”

Beside him, Garth bellowed, an axe the size of a wagon wheel cleaving down on the light barrier and sending ripples sky-high. “Don’t forget those working with Paxton and that d*mned Jared Chance. When this sword sect falls, they’ll be next. I’ll mount their skulls above my sect’s hall!”

Linden’s expression sharpened to glass-edged calm. “Disciples of Mystic Sky Sword-hear me! Where the sword stands, we stand. If the sword falls, we fall. Hold the gate-fight to the death! Prepare the Seven-Star Doomblade!” he commanded.

“Yes! Fight to the death!” the entire sect roared, their voices rising like unsheathed steel.

They all understood the weight of that order. The Seven-Star Doomblade was their sect’s last gambit. Once triggered, the accumulated sword intent of seven peaks would erupt in a single cataclysm-obliterating foes while shattering the grand array itself. It was a promise of mutual destruction, the final vow of a cornered blade.

Soon, the battle descended into a red-stained nightmare.