Chapter 97

After the destruction of the Western Fortress of the Crimson Sky Clan, the area was shrouded in thick black smoke. Ruins lay scattered, and the corpses of the clan's soldiers lay motionless, some still charred from the lightning strikes and explosions. Amid the devastation, Zhi Hao stood tall on the peak of the ruined tower, his face expressionless, his eyes radiating a piercing coldness. The Four Black gathered behind him, awaiting further instructions. But the ominous silence was broken by the crackling sound of a severely wounded soldier dragging his bloodied body closer, his breath labored.