Chapter 5448 Growing Stronger
- Keeping low behind Onneas' radiant wake, the party advanced—step by punishing step—into the palace's wounded heart.
- Every pace forward meant enduring another lash of Soul Devouring Threads and another breath of corrosive miasma. Progress felt like wading upstream through broken glass.
- The floor was littered with cultivators' corpses—faces drained of color, eyes frozen wide, lips still twisted in silent terror.