Chapter 5182 Soaring Dragon
- Each ghostly phantom wore a mask of twisted hatred; their resentment energy and lethal intent thickened the very air, turning every breath to a sluggish drag.
- “Netherworld Ghost Claw!” Dioz bellowed. His fingers extended like talons, tearing at the void. It split open, birthing a colossal black ghost claw that raked toward Jared with violent force.
- Jared's gaze steeled with resolve. He could sense that Dioz's strength dwarfed the fallen Eight Shadow Pavilion Officials and Twelve Blood Guards—this was true Earthly Immortal might, and any hint of carelessness would be fatal.