Chapter 1606

Xayne stood with his back to the four men, his presence as overwhelming as a tidal wave, dominating the entire scene. The air around them fell into a deathly silence, the only sound the howling wind tearing through the valley.

A chorus of eerie wails echoed through the gorge, reminiscent of an army clashing on a battlefield. The relentless clanging of swords and spears filled the air.

Iyas let out a furious roar, his golden dagger flashing with a cold, deadly gleam as if it could cut through anything in its path. He lunged at Xayne's back, screaming, "Xayne! Die!"

The dagger was mere inches from Xayne's heart when Iyas felt it stop. No matter how hard he pushed, the blade would not budge.

An immense pressure emanated from Xayne, disrupting the very atmosphere around them. The elite dagger, usually unstoppable, could get no closer than an inch from Xayne's body. Despite using every ounce of his strength, Iyas could not drive the blade further.

Looking down, Iyas saw a chain with