Chapter 1224
"We should've listened to Wyatt..."
The regret-filled roar echoed through the chaos as another martial artist fell, his final moments consumed by despair.
…
Atop the massive platform in the center of the valley, Tamara, the saintess of the celestial foxkind, stood bathed in sunlight. Her snow-white attire gleamed, and her breathtaking beauty seemed almost otherworldly.
She held an ancient, octagonal furnace in her delicate hands, channeling its immense power to fuel the energy domain that had turned Skyveil Valley into a living hell.
As she gazed down at the carnage below, her flawless face bore a serene, almost pleased expression as if she were admiring a work of art.
"Pathetic martial artists," she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "All of you will die here. The hatred stretching back eons cannot be forgiven."
Her smile was bright and captivating, even as she channeled the furnace's raw energy toward the heart of the valley.
"No! Stop!"
Below, ma
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