Chapter 5420 All Have Fled
- Thastrum stood amid a tightening ring of demonic souls. The golden glow of his primordial spiritual energy—once a blazing beacon—now sputtered like a candle in a gale. Each punch he threw felt as if the very air had turned to lead, every motion dragging through invisible shackles that bled his strength.
- Beside him, Half-Beast King Imorn wheezed and swayed. Deep gashes cut across the titan's fur-clad flesh, his pupils glassy with fatigue. Only a single, stubborn will kept the monarch upright—a vow not to fall until no breath remained to draw.
- "We can't hold them any longer!" the beast race cultivator screamed, voice cracking under terror.