Chapter 5288 Perfect Timing
- Deep within his elixir field, his spiritual energy thickened, edging toward the threshold of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine.
- The giant skeleton bellowed again, frustration sharpening its cry to a storm-blast.
- Abandoning pursuit, it stabbed the rusted sword into the floor. Both skeletal hands formed eldritch seals, and the surrounding marked aura boiled like water in a cauldron.