Chapter 303: Nine Needles as One, the Truth of the Sect

The world was a sea of blood. Garreth stood at its epicenter, the crimson dome of the Blood Sacrifice Array pressing down on him with the weight of a dying nation. Every scream from the city below, every soul being siphoned into the swirling vortex above, felt like a physical blow. The air was thick with the stench of death and a power so malevolent it sought to corrupt his very spirit. His own formidable energy, the power of a War God, felt like a flickering candle in a hurricane. It was...