Chapter 551: Xuan Fire as Bait, the Shadow of the Owl Emerges

In the sterile, soundproofed chamber, the only illumination came from a single, cold light panel overhead, casting long, distorted shadows on the polished concrete floor. The air was frigid, yet steam visibly rose from the body of the man kneeling in the center of the room. He was a husk of a person, his face pale and sunken, his eyes bloodshot with a mixture of agony and sheer desperation. Across his skin, a web of crimson lines pulsed with a malevolent, inner light, as if his very veins were...