Chapter 133: Sickly Beauty, Ruthless Heart

Pyroflame Sanctum! In the vast forest that linked the outer court to the inner sect, a pack of masked Death Servant struggled to close in on Benson Santee. Blade aura crashed into raging flame, flashing across the trees and throwing wild light in every direction. Benson Santee had no intention of getting bogged down. This place lay too close to the inner sect of Pyroflame Sanctum. The longer he stayed, the more likely something went wrong. "Everyone… back off!" With a frosty bark, he whipped...