Chapter 75 - The Blade’s Edge

Rain fell in sheets over the city ruin, drumming on broken rooftops and pooling in the cracks of cobblestone streets long abandoned. The air was thick with damp rot, the kind that clung to skin and memory alike, while lightning jagged across a sky too dark for dawn. Beyond a shattered plaza, where statues lay toppled like forgotten kings, a rift sliced open—an obsidian wound that hummed with a sharpness that could split thought itself. The Keen Blade, the thirty-eighth force, had drawn its edge, its boundless blade of infinite power a silent vow to carve Lin Feng's spirit into ribbons.