Chapter 182: Terror-Black Miasma, Blood-Essence Sacrifice, Elder Salvatore Vinall's End

Pierce Looske's gaze turned glacial, killing intent surging off him in waves. He moved like a slaughtering asura let loose. Wherever he went, bodies fell. Every swing carried crushing pressure and the kind of ruin that left no room to breathe. "Retreat!" Elder Salvatore Vinall barked, decisive as he tried to pull the Nether Cult back. As if Pierce would ever allow that. "Since you came," he said, lips curling into a cold smile, "don't bother leaving." True Energy erupted from him. Power poured...