Chapter 5931

Roughly fifteen minutes after their departure, the valley fell into a hush so deep even ashes feared to stir.

The air above the gorge twisted like heated glass, and three figures clad in pitch-black soul armor slipped from the distortion without a whisper.

At their head hovered a middle-aged man whose face was carved in perpetual malice. He scanned the empty ravine, tasted the lingering shockwaves in the wind, and his brow knotted in cold displeasure.

Such savage ripples of vengeful spirits and beneath them, something else entirely, a strange breath of power that makes my heart seize.

The man lifted his hand and pinched the empty air. A ribbon of grey mist peeled away from the atmosphere and hovered above his palm, innocuous at first glance yet humming with an appetite for annihilation.

He probed it with a thread of soul energy, but the mist bucked like a wild beast and swallowed half the strand in a heartbeat, turning his own strength against him.

A wet cough burst from his throat. Color drained from his face as he flung the haze away, scattering it before it could gnaw deeper into his essence.