Chapter 939 Unyielding Triumph

• Finneas was about to die—so the murmurs claimed.
• The Blood Mist Master, once hailed as a peerless prodigy, now stood alone beneath a sky intent on erasing him. Lightning shrieked with such murderous grandeur that even Category Four warlords dared not approach, let alone a single Great Ascension Phase cultivator.
• A Celestial Tribe warrior chuckled, voice dripping with mockery. “Poor Finneas. All that genius, all that glory—yet he won't fall to enemy blades but to the Heavenly Tribulation's wrath.”