Chapter 1831

Sebastian's gaze was as sharp as a blade as he glared at Turek, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger. "If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this?" Turek's tone carried a hint of disdain, but his eyes held a deeper meaning as he said, "Fear is the shackle of the weak. The path of the strong is paved with trials and tribulations." As the sun rose, golden light bathed the land, marking the start of a new day. In the vast expanse of the void, an enormous procession marched forward in an imposing display. At the forefront, 200 Holy Lord Masters, dressed in identical black battle robes, led the way. Their synchronized steps were powerful and resolute, exuding an overwhelming presence. Each of these Holy Lord Masters stood tall with unwavering focus, forming an indomitable force. Behind them rode an elderly man on the back of a unicorn. His presence was extraordinary, and he was Adenoid Delarge, the fifth elder of Crimson World's ten great elders. His gaze carried