Chapter 5868 Fallen Into A Trap
- "The Blood-Forging Soul Array!" an elderly scholar shrieked. "An ancient demonic formation—back away now!" Panic slashed through every face.
- The group scattered toward the tunnel. Jared retreated with them, cold clarity settling in his chest. So it is a snare—someone doesn't merely want us dead. They want our very spirits refined into fuel.
- Shadows peeled from the cavern walls, resolving into more than a dozen figures clad in black combat gear. Each wore a snarling demon mask, their aura sharp as winter steel.