A deafening pulse of energy burst outward, flooding the cavern. The wave swept through the crowd of cultists like wildfire, sinking into their bodies. One by one, their qi surged unnaturally, their veins bulging as their Dantians roared with borrowed might. The ground trembled beneath their feet as their auras flared violently.
Lin Mu's group watched in grim silence as the transformation unfolded.
Cultists who had barely reached the first tribulation suddenly burned with the strength of the second. Second-stage tribulation experts erupted into the third. The changes rippled like a chain reaction, lifting each of them higher, forcing their cultivation into new realms with reckless force.
Screams filled the cavern—not of pain, but of ecstasy. The Drowned Crescent Cultists shook with newfound strength, some cackling with mad laughter, others roaring with primal fury. Their despair had been torn away and replaced with bloodthirsty vigor.
