Chapter 55: A Body Like a Furnace, Refining a Hundred Evils

The instant Salvatore Casson's consciousness slipped free of his body, a divine radiance shot into the sky. For a thousand miles around, countless demons and malevolent spirits stirred, turning into streaks of black light and gusts of shadowed wind, racing toward his body from every direction like ten thousand birds returning to their roost. Maxwell Halenkamp, a Spiritual Realm cultivator, was sharp; his face changed and he cried, "This is bad!" Just then, the nearest fiends and ghosts rushed into...