The blood-soaked expert let out a broken, desperate roar as he staggered through the air.His aura was still burning bright—Third Level of the Divine Ability Realm—but honestly, it didn’t matter anymore. Power alone wasn’t going to save him now.He looked awful. Pale as a corpse. Blood everywhere, dripping off him like rainwater onto the shattered ground below.And the fear… yeah, that was already settled deep in his eyes.He was running.Just trying to survive.But it was too late.Whoosh.Something moved from the entrance of the ancient tomb.From that pitch-black opening, a giant skeletal hand shot out like a spear made of death itself.Black bone. Cracked surface. Ancient runes faintly glowing like they were breathing.Pfft.No hesitation at all.The hand slammed down.The escaping expert didn’t even get a chance to react.Crushed.Gone.No resistance. No scream that mattered. Just… instant destruction.When the force lifted, there was nothing left except a fading mist of blood in

The moment Kaelen Viremont stepped into the ancient tomb, everything went quiet.Not normal quiet either. The kind that feels heavy, like the air itself is pressing down on you.Inside was huge… and broken. Dark too. The kind of darkness that doesn’t feel empty—it feels full, like something is hiding inside it.Collapsed stone structures stretched everywhere, ruins stacked on ruins. It looked like a civilization had been erased and just… left to rot.Dust floated lazily in the air. No wind. Just slow drifting particles, like time had almost stopped here.And then there were the bodies.That was the worst part.Scattered everywhere—young geniuses who had clearly come in before him.Some are still intact. Some… not even close.And a few looked strange, like their bodies dropped only after their souls were ripped out first.Kaelen’s face stayed calm, but his eyes sharpened a bit.So many dead…And all recent.This isn’t just a dangerous place.It’s a hunting ground.Then—A voice echoed

The Phantom Demon army moved forward with rising excitement.What should’ve felt like a grim march through a deadly ancient tomb had somehow turned… almost festive. Weirdly enough. Soldiers kept spotting scattered treasures along the way, and little by little, fear got replaced with greed and confidence.For Kaelen Viremont, though, this part was actually convenient.Phantom Demons weren’t like human factions. No overthinking. No endless schemes. No paranoia eating them from the inside. They were simple. Brutal. Survival-first types.And after staying trapped inside this ancient tomb for so long, they were even worse—isolated, almost naïve when it came to deception.So when weapons and armor started randomly appearing on their path…None of them questioned it.Not even a little.Instead, they treated it like a blessing.A gift.A sign from their so-called Phantom Demon God.Meanwhile, Kaelen walked quietly among them.A black robe covered him completely. Only his eyes were visible und

Art of Ten Thousand Graves.It wasn’t just a technique—it was something ancient. One of the Lord of Ten Thousand Graves’ forbidden soul arts, refined over who knows how many years. Its reputation alone was enough to make most cultivators uneasy.And now it was being unleashed.Boom.Boom.Boom.The moment the white-robed old man finished chanting, the entire Land of Ten Thousand Graves started shaking like it was coming apart.Graves exploded one after another across the battlefield.The ground cracked wide open, like broken glass under pressure.From those shattered tombs, corpse puppets crawled out.Twisted bodies. Rotting flesh. Hollow eyes glowing with that unnatural light.They didn’t even look fully alive… but they weren’t dead either.Roar.Roar.Roar.They screamed as they charged forward, straight at the Phantom Demon army.Inside Kaelen Viremont’s mind, Shang’s voice came in—calm, but with a hint of interest.“Oh? That’s a rare corpse-controlling technique.”Kaelen stood rig

Kaelen Viremont stood still for a moment, quietly sensing what had changed inside him after that massive surge of power.It wasn’t a small feeling. Honestly, it was a bit overwhelming. Like something huge had quietly flipped inside his body and soul. Everything felt sharper now… more expanded. His soul wasn’t just stronger—it felt like it had grown into a completely different “space” altogether.Then his eyes moved.Slowly, across the battlefield.What he saw was almost pathetic.The surviving demons were still there, but the arrogance they had earlier? Gone. Completely wiped out. Now all that remained was fear—raw and ugly. None of them even dared to look at him directly. Just standing near him felt like breathing underwater. Heavy. Tight. Wrong.Kaelen didn’t care about them.To him, they were just leftovers. Nothing is worth wasting time on.He turned away without another glance and started walking.That’s when he noticed it.Something strange above him.Deep inside his body, the F