A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5776

"We march with thunder," he declared, each word a drumbeat. "One strike, and the Myriad Beast Sect is ash. Any tongue that wavers will be sliced from its traitorous mouth—on the spot."

His frigid stare swept the chamber like a steel scythe. Under that weight, every throat sealed tight.

Elders and stewards bent in trembling unison. "Your will is law, sir."

The order raced through the sect faster than ever.

Across the Blood-scar Plains, spears of demon light shot skyward from mines, fortresses, and shadowed shrines, converging on the sect's citadel like crows returning to a single carcass.

Forge halls shrieked day and night, birthing hell-black blades and armor. Apothecaries emptied their vaults, hurling battle elixirs into waiting hands. Tamed war beasts—snarling under iron saddles—pawed the cracked earth, hungry for slaughter.

The Infinite Soul Demon Sect—an engine built for war—roared to life at full throttle. Murderous energy punched into the rusty clouds above, then barreled straight toward the distant Myriad Beast Mountains.

In the council hall of the Myriad Beast Sect, panic seeped into every corner.

Unlike the Infinite Soul Demon Sect's feverish aggression, this grand chamber quaked with the dread of an oncoming storm.

Triumphs won in earlier skirmishes now felt like brittle glass pressed against a hammer.

A scout burst through the doors, sliding on his knees. "Urgent report!" he screeched, voice warped by terror. "The Infinite Soul Demon Sect is massing—Sheldon himself vows to lead every warrior and grind us into dust!"

The words struck like a meteor, shattering the fragile calm into towering waves of fear.

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