Chapter 218: Soul-Devouring Ghost Skull, Wails of the Dead, Ten Thousand Ghosts March, One Sword to Erase Them

Pierce Looske stood tall and unbothered, like a war god descended. All around him, the Nexus Umbralis Sect fell into sheer panic. Faces drained of color. Knees buckled. Their courage shattered on the spot. Cyrus Secret ground his teeth, fury burning in his glare as he fixed on Pierce. He had never imagined his prized Umbral Celestial Formation would be broken so easily. What shook him even more was this: Pierce alone had crushed the sect's elite. "Pierce Looske!" Cyrus barked, voice sharp as...