Chapter 978 No One Dares Mess With Them

• Jayce gently supported Luna Smith’s forearm. Her pulse was crawling, painfully slow, while her skin burned like a furnace—holding steady around one hundred and four. Dangerous as hell.
• Her face twisted with agony. The corpse-blight was spreading through her, savage and relentless. Tricky as hell. Jayce had only one shot: try the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.
• But that set carries real risk. And right now, he had no other way. Not just Ghost Gate—he’d pair it with Nine Needles, one for life, one for death, yin and yang, hit both tracks at once.