The raw energy from devouring the four Wraiths of the World churned within him, so immense it felt as though his body might rupture under the pressure. Yet his Unholy Trinity Body held it all in perfect balance, suppressing the chaos, keeping every wisp of power obedient and still—like a predator waiting for the moment to strike.
"He… he survived the fourth Wraith of the World," someone in the crowd finally whispered, their voice trembling as if saying it out loud made it real.
"Yeah… and not just survived," another added, eyes wide in disbelief. "He fought it head-on… and won."
"Four wraiths… four different concepts… all at such a high level… how is that even possible?" a middle-aged expert muttered, clutching his robes like he needed something solid to keep himself from falling.
"This is insane," a younger disciple said, his voice cracking. "Each wraith alone is enough to wipe out most of the peak powers in the Middle Domain. He's not just strong—he's…"
