Both Sylra Ravencrest and Kaelor Thorne moved swiftly through the fiery landscape, their energy cutting through the thick heat of the Death Volcano as they homed in on their target.
The dark aura of their eight-star cultivation cloaked them, their combined presence enough to make the very air tremble.
Meanwhile, Thorne Arcturus soared through the blistering heat toward the Death Volcano, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon.
Suddenly, he froze mid-flight, his entire body tensing as he felt two immense energies rapidly approaching him from the distance. The air around him vibrated with the unmistakable pressure of their cultivation.
His brow furrowed deeply, suspicion darkening his features. "Two... eight-star cultivators?" he whispered, his tone filled with confusion and growing wariness.
