At the Tunnel Entrance Outside Nether City, Jared, Luther, Morvane, and one hundred Nether City Guards stood in a tight line beside the yawning tunnel mouth.
No one spoke. Armor clicked, then settled into an expectant hush.
The Guards wore seamless black bone plates that swallowed the light.
Each carried a bone-forged weapon whose dim glow pulsed like distant starlight. Every soldier had already stepped into High Immortal Realm Level Four or higher, and cold, murderous intent clung to them as naturally as breath.
Elder Gloam planted his white bone staff before the formation.
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