Chapter 86: Reforging the Flesh

Inside the illusion. Campbell tipped his head back, staring at that familiar figure in the heavens. The pressure rolling off him was crushing. Campbell could not move a single finger. Byron Cutmore stood in midair, his black robe snapping in the wind. His right palm lowered, slow and merciless. "No…" Campbell tried to scream, but blood surged into his mouth and nose. He watched, helpless, as the sky-covering palm print slammed down. The Nine Nether Demon Land caved in with a thunderous roar. Behind...