The air shook with pressure as the demonic elder's roots lashed out toward Wei Ji. The chamber trembled, dust falling like rain from the ceiling. But before the deadly black vines could strike, the heavy wooden doors at the far end of the hall burst open with a thunderous bang that echoed across the walls.
A wave of radiant blue light flooded in, cutting through the gloom. A powerful spiritual aura surged forward, sweeping away the mist and shaking the roots that crawled over the stone. A man in the sword Shandian Sect's silver-blue robes stepped through the doorway, his blade already drawn, glowing faintly with lightning energy that danced along its edge.
His sharp eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—Ren's lifeless body entangled in roots, his skin pale and shriveled, his mouth open in silent horror. Then his gaze snapped toward the demonic elder standing near the center of the room. The black mist coiling around the elder's body seemed to scream corruption.
