Chapter 4220

The surrounding space felt fully consecrated by the blood of the fallen warriors. The energy rippling through the area made it seem as though the entire world trembled under its weight. Adrian’s eyes were cold and sharp as he took a breath and charged forward, Tyron by his side. The watching crowd was left in shock. They knew Adrian was not an ordinary figure, but following him seemed futile. They wouldn’t gain anything by doing so. Yet standing still would expose them to a different kind of peril. Suddenly, a thunderous roar filled the air. Tremors shook the ground as waves of terrifying power surged through the blood-stained light in the distance. Adrian’s gaze grew colder, knowing the spirit treasure he sought must be at the heart of that deadly glow. His mind raced with calculations. If he could find the right moment, the treasure would be his. As Adrian stood at the edge of this deadly scene, a fierce wind howled, carrying beams of oppressive golden light. His expression darken