There was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood at the Radiant Sect campsite. Most Radiant Sect disciples were dead, and the rest had chosen to self-destruct. A few of them were so gravely injured that they couldn't move.
Azriel and Sierra were shielding Malcolm with their bodies. They knew they were no match for Yanis, but neither of them flinched.
"I'm impressed, Malcolm. To think you successfully raised so many loyal disciples. Once I slaughter them all, I'll absorb your power!" Yanis sneered.
Black smoke surrounded his palms before he attempted to grab Sierra and Azriel.
Even though the duo was aware that death was inevitable, there was no fear on their faces. Instead, they were prepared to unleash all of their martial energy before death.
Just as Yanis aimed his palms at them, a blinding light was shot through the night sky looking as though the sun had risen ahead of schedule.
