Chapter 464: Waiting for the Moment!

In the dead of winter, snow outside whirled in fat, goose-feather flakes. Yet the Nine Nether Abyss seemed to exist as a world unto itself, untouched by the cutting wind and blizzard beyond. In just three days, Dante Easton had hunted down plenty of demon beasts and subdued dozens of remnant souls. The Soul Banner grew stronger with every remnant soul it devoured. On its surface, the wraithlike silhouettes of resentful spirits became more and more solid, and the deathly aura it exuded thickened...