Chapter 1186

The fight was unfolding at a terrifying pace, every moment filled with overwhelming danger. Wyatt's display of the Golden Cresent Technique, summoning nine golden arcs, had left an indelible mark on the battlefield. The sheer power of the skill and its devastating effects struck fear into the hearts of all onlookers. Among the sacred disciples, Derek's sharp eyes glinted with recognition. He had seen many legendary techniques in his life, and though he wasn't entirely certain, the origins of Wyatt's skill stirred something deep within his knowledge. Yet, while the sacred disciples and the crowd were in awe, Wyatt himself was less optimistic. "Damn," he thought, clenching his jaw. Summoning nine golden crescents had drained more than half his energy—a far greater toll than he'd expected. Though his body was robust and his energy replenished faster than most, even he had limits. If he pushed himself to the brink to kill the six disciples, he'd be left wide open. If those hidden