Chapter 854: Summit of Holy Island, The Final Battle

The air over Holy Island was thick with an almost palpable tension. A storm was brewing, not of wind and rain, but of blood and steel. The deep blue of the Pacific was marred by a fleet of dark, ominous vessels slicing through the waves, a steel armada converging on the isolated sanctuary. This was the full might of Hell, every elite assassin, every enforcer, every hidden master, summoned by the Eighth Palace Lord for one final, cataclysmic war. On the island, there was no panic. Only a chilling,...