Chapter 48: False Hollow Realm
At the core of the Hollow Realm, the barren wasteland was eerily silent.
Roughly thirty people, combined forces of the Ironpeak Sect and the Barlowe family. were gathered in the desolate, blackened expanse.
Seris stood among them, staring ahead with a blank expression.
Four Azure Cloud elders beside her. Their cultivation ranged from the sixth to the eighth level of the Essence Condensation Realm, yet they were battered, bloodied, and forced to be chained.
Just a few paces ahead, Torin was free, but he was as helpless as those in the chains.
Despair crashed over her.
If these pillars of the sect could not save themselves, who else could save her now?
Perhaps, she will never get to see Rhain again...
These kinds of thoughts uncontrollably popped up in Seris's state of mind.
But a glint of determination quickly flashed through her pale purple eyes.
She will definitely find a way to escape. If not... she would rather end her own life.
