Chapter 896 Celestial Legions

• Thunder cracked—relentless, rolling, endless.
• The Celestial host swarmed like locusts, and everything beneath their passage—stone, soil, even light—withered to nothing, erased as though the world were chalk and they the rain.
• They hovered above the battlefield, faces carved from marble, wings outspread like temple icons come alive, gazes tilted downward in casual judgment of the human cultivators who trembled under that wordless pressure.