Chapter 5417 Frenzied Clash
- A thousand violent notes—war cries, clashing steel, shrieks, and inhuman roars—rose together, a deafening storm that swallowed the whole of level six. In that uproar, a brutal free-for-all cracked open its jaws.
- The very first collision came when the tight phalanx of the Imperial Guard smashed into the ghostly vanguard of the Demonic Soul Army. Spears stabbed straight through the vaporous wraiths, meeting only chill fog that felt like mockery. Bone blades, however, pierced breastplates as though the metal were paper. One young guardsman thrust, missed, then felt a blade kiss his throat. He fell, clutching crimson, eyes wide with disbelief, and the wraiths fed on him before the blood cooled.
- "Channel your power into the steel—souls hate soul-fire!" Rylan bellowed, his voice ripping through the chaos. Golden energy flared along his saber. One sweeping arc struck a wraith; the specter screamed, curled into smoke, and vanished. Soldiers copied him at once, sheathing every spear and sword in trembling light. Dark mist burned away, yet the wraiths kept coming—an endless tide slamming again and again against the staggering line.