Chapter 352: Fateful Duel, the Demonic Corruption of Nangong

A chilling silence descended upon the ancient altar. The Blood Soul Guards, once a tide of ferocious, mindless killing intent, now cowered on the stone floor, their crimson forms trembling under the oppressive might of the lightning mark. The purple symbol on Heizle Darcy’s forehead pulsed with an ancient, divine authority, a power that struck at the very core of their malevolent existence, rendering them inert. Heizle ignored the paralyzed guards, his gaze fixed solely on the prize at the...