Rain lashed the earth as An Jing slowly dragged himself out from the muck, lest he defeat the heavenly fiend only to succumb to a simple storm. Victory was his, as it should be, after the countless preparations he had made to neutralize the enemy.0

It was true that the cultists and Crimsonguard troops had borne the brunt of its ultimate attack and crippled the fiend, forcing it into deep slumber, but this was still an undeniable triumph for mankind. However, the battle wasn't over yet.0

Not far off, in the center of a mass of black, bloody flesh, a shattered core flickered unsteadily, pierced through by dark-blue lightning. It resembled a heart and exuded the polished luster of black jade. Similar to the inkjade skull from...0