Chapter 629: Immortal Isle, You've Crossed the Line!

The crisis at Snow Sect was finally over. Pamela stood at the Formation Core, watching the enemy army break and scatter, watching her fellow disciples rush in with reinforcements. Her eyes burned red at the rims. She drew a deep breath and bowed low toward Mason Casson and River Lidyard, who hovered in midair. "Thank you, Sect Masters, for saving us." Mason Casson glanced down at her, his gaze softening. "No need to thank us. If you must thank someone, thank Dante Easton." "It was him who made...