A ragged, rasping laugh split the dusk.
"Hahaha! Today marks the end of your precious Mystic Sky Sword Sect, Linden Cloudridge!"
Sheldon hovered behind a phalanx of wailing phantom serpents. Each writhing coil merged into a vast Soul-Devouring Demon Dragon that slammed its spectral skull against the faltering barrier.
"When this grand array breaks, I will butcher every last one of you! For the humiliation you dealt me before!"
Beside him, Garth bellowed, an axe the size of a wagon wheel cleaving down on the light barrier and sending ripples sky-high. "Don't forget those working with Paxton and that d*mned Jared Chance. When this sword sect falls, they'll be next. I‘ll mount their skulls above my sect's hall!"
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