Chapter 404: One Sword to Cleave the Heavens, I Am the Dao

The tide of morale, once at its lowest ebb, surged into a roaring tsunami with Michael York's arrival. His presence was a pillar supporting the collapsing heavens, a beacon of absolute certainty in an age of despair. Yet, as the last echoes of the celestial bloodbath faded, a pressure far more terrifying than the million-strong army descended from the gaping cosmic wound. The rift, a tear in the fabric of reality, pulsed with a malevolent, abyssal darkness. From its depths, a figure slowly emerged. It...