Chapter 5827 Forging Golden Statue
- Beyond the mountain range, at the ragged fringe of the Blood-scar Plains, the once-ominous coalition limped homeward.
- A day earlier, they had been arrogant. Now clusters of survivors skulked like strays, ripping off sect insignia and cursing the slow gift of two legs.
- At the head staggered Sheldon, skin the color of grave dust, eyes unfocused, gait that of a man centuries older than sunrise. Jared's indifferent stare kept spooling through his mind; the casual flick that erased a demon elder to ash; the single sweep of sword-light that turned hundreds of elite cultivators into drifting sand.