Chapter 510: The Army at the Gates

In the jungle a hundred miles southeast of the Snow Sect… Asher Warth braced himself on his spear, one knee on the ground. He gulped air in ragged pulls, blood steadily spilling from the corner of his mouth. Seven pursuers stood before him, men from the Realpeak Sect and the Veil Sect. Each one radiated a vicious aura, and the weakest among them was already in the Second Realm of Immortal. The Realpeak Sect steward at their head bared his teeth in a cruel grin. "Snow Sect dogs. Today is the...