Chapter 902 Must Win

• The sky itself seemed to shatter. A cannon blast of sound rattled every rib cage on the field.
• The Darkspawn Tribe Commander, Commander Shadeclaw, dissolved into a smear of black mist, reappearing behind Cedric with nightmarish silence. Even though Cedric's instincts screamed a warning, his counter-move came half a heartbeat too late. The commander's palm detonated against his back, hurling him across the air like a broken comet. “Pffft—” A thread of bright blood traced itself along Cedric's lips as he skidded to a halt, forcing his trembling body upright.
• Horror flipped to fury among the human cultivators. Faces contorted, curses flew, their outrage scalding the already-charged air.