Chapter 5581 Mass Melee
- "Who says I can't call reinforcements without help from a branch?" Esorin replied, a frigid smile carving lines into his face.
- The old devil's soft chuckle echoed like a rusted hinge. Cold promise shimmered behind his eyes.
- Figures began to stride out of the gate—one after another—none of them anything but Demonic Cultivators. Each arrival left a smoky after-image of black miasma curling over the ruined flagstones.