Chapter 576: Laying the Trap

April skies hung heavy, clouds dark as ink. Gale winds screamed across the heights. Dante Easton's figure became a streak of azure light that tore through the firmament, shooting toward Grivoria at breakneck speed. Mountains and rivers blurred and fell away beneath him, yet his mind had already flown back to Snow Sect. "Four Great Powers joining hands… Lincoln Urwin personally overseeing it, a Half-Step Martial Domain Realm…" Each word seared into his chest. He had never imagined that Realpeak...