Chapter 64: A March Straight to Ironpeak Sect
A dreadful silence fell over the entire valley.
Not a single person dared to breathe loudly.
Every single person standing in the barren valley stared at the colossal, palm-shaped crater with expressions that ranged from numb disbelief to outright, soul-crushing terror.
The undisputed strongest cultivator in the entirety of Greymist Town had been reduced to an unrecognizable puddle of blood and pulverized meat.
Lowen Barlowe stood as rigid as a stone statue.
The serpent-wood cane slipped from his trembling hands.
Never in his scariest nightmares did Lowen ever think he would see this day come.
At the edge of the crater, Rhain slowly lowered his hand.
His face was now visibly pale.
Epic-Grade martial arts were absolutely not meant to be used by someone at the Essence Condensation Realm.
The sheer volume of essence required to map the seventy-two meridian pathways was astronomical.
