Chapter 515: Settling Scores with Cloudspine

Stefan Zimmerman burst out of the Cloudspine Sword Sect and glanced back. He froze. The Cloudspine Sword Sect, something that was never meant to appear before ordinary eyes, hung in the empty air above Cloudspine Summit like a mirage. Except it was a Miniature World on its way to annihilation. What did the end of a world look like? Ruin. Collapse. Oblivion. Panic. Despair. If this was not doomsday, nothing was. Stefan felt as if he were watching a catastrophe blockbuster, more staggering than...