Chapter 5869

At once, the remaining dozen Malevolent Path Hall disciples broke away from their skirmishes and converged on the screeching leader, planting their boots at precise, ghostly angles around him.

Each cultivator bit through his own tongue and spat scarlet blood essence across the air before flashing complex hands seals and chanting in tones that rattled the walls.

A deep, metallic hum instantly rolled outward, as though the underworld itself had just drawn breath.

A wave of murderous, carrion-cold aura erupted from their circle, foul enough to wrinkle reality.

Thirteen streams of blood essence and celestial energy swiftly wove together overhead, coalescing into a black arcane array more than ninety feet across.

Within its heart, a three-headed, six-armed wraith rose like a nightmare given form. All six eyes kindled at once, spraying six crimson lances that locked onto Jared without mercy.

“With my blood essence, I feed the spell. With my soul, I guide the fiend. Rise, darkness of the netherworld, and claim that head!”