Chapter 1184

"Who wants to die first?" Wyatt's voice boomed across the battlefield. Standing tall, a golden crescent blade radiated from his palm, casting thousands of golden beams that enveloped him in a majestic, almost divine aura. His stance was unyielding, his eyes sharp as lightning as he scanned the ten sacred disciples of the Shade Order. For a moment, none of the ten moved. The crescent blade in Wyatt's hand emanated a power so overwhelming it made even these elites hesitate. "There's no need for this fight," Wyatt's voice echoed in their minds. "The Shadows Clan are lying in wait, ready to strike the moment we weaken ourselves. You're walking straight into their trap." The ten sacred disciples exchanged glances, their initial caution turning into mocking grins. "Look at him," Jaxon laughed. "The great Ryatt is scared. He's making up excuses to save his skin." "Afraid of a little fight, are you?" another sneered. "Pathetic! If you're so scared, get on your knees and beg. Mayb