Chapter 441: 2.8 Million Holy Edicts

"Boom!" Rain poured in sheets. Killing intent moved without a sound. In front of Lance Santee, the spray of blood painted a brutal, dazzling tableau. The remaining Abyssalveil Sect members' eyes nearly split at the corners, their faces drained to a deathly white. An Ice Spike in Lance Santee's hand had already punched straight through Curtis Kenion's throat. One was decisive, cold as winter steel. The other trembled in raw terror. "Clang!" Lightning tore the sky open, each flash hammering...