บท 241: Facing A Lieutenant

The battlefield was a chaotic landscape of destruction as Lassim sprinted toward the remaining portals. 

His spirit sense stretched out in all directions, guiding him through the carnage of the battle.

Demons both from the abyss and the transformed Sun Sect disciples still rampaged across the city, their grotesque, abyss-tainted forms wreaking havoc on the Lightning Sect's disciples.

There were only five portals left, but each one pulsed with a more sinister energy than the last. 

They were growing larger too, more stable—signs that whatever was coming through would be far worse than what he had encountered so far.

His breath came in steady bursts, his halberd crackling with the combined energy of lightning, water, and void as he cut down any demon that came close.