Chapter 5049 No Pity For The Weak
- “Wait... could these coffins be made from congealed blood?” Jared muttered, eyes wide.
- The stench of blood in the air was heavy, almost suffocating. Strange runes moved slowly over the surface of each coffin, like leaves floating on a river current.
- Mysterious energy hovered around them, seeping into the coffins as though something inside was feeding on it.