Chapter 589 Clash of a Trapped Beast

• Night sank deep. Clouds rolled like a black tide, smothering the sky. The world felt strangled by an invisible hand, air thin and cold. This was the calm before the storm.
• In the vast dark, only the pounding, tidal footfalls of the black soldiers surged; only the garish scarlet of blood splashed over corpses stained the ground; only blades flashed with a harsh, icy gleam.
• Countless black soldiers had sealed Astral and his men from every side. The killing aura was so thick it felt like the crescent moon at the edge of the sky had been dipped in blood.