Chapter 5750 Swift Ruthless Precision
- Jared halted. With a whisper, he told the little fire unicorn to mask its presence. Together they melted into the bramble's shadow, inching forward until a gap in the thorns framed the scene like a secret window.
- A broad, bowl-shaped hollow stretched beyond the thicket. There, five cultivators in identical black robes hunted two fugitives.
- Golden thread at each sleeve embroidered a warped demon skull—icon of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect—gnashing as though devouring souls.