A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5823

This time, not even the hiss of a breath slipped out.

Every throat felt caught in an unseen vice, crushing sound before it could form.

Only hearts pounded—wild, frantic, threatening to split chests open.

Glacial fear rolled through the Demon Sect and Melded Beastkin ranks like an arctic tide.

Low-tier disciples collapsed, legs jelly, bowels and bladders failing where they fell.

Even seasoned elders of the Heavenly Immortal Realm went ghost-white, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Power no longer measured what they faced.

This was crushing, hope-killing domination—divinity passing judgment on mortals.

Only now did Sheldon and Garth feel true panic.

They realized Jared was no crafty, inferior being from the Human Immortal Realm.

He was a primordial horror awakened from myth, an adversary no will could withstand!

"N-No... This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible!" Sheldon muttered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

Garth's gaze, too, bled red. After all, among the dusted Melded Beastkin warriors were many of his favored lieutenants.

He roared, sanity gone, the sound shaking banners from their poles, "All elders from Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect, charge! Kill him! I don't care what it takes. I want him dead!"

Sheldon's eyes flared crimson. "Demon Sect elders, heed my order! Form the Ten-Thousand-Soul Godkiller Array, fight beside our Melded Beastkin comrades, and destroy that monster! Anyone who backs away will be punished according to our sect's law!"

Retreat was no longer an option.

Should Jared alone drive them off, both the Demon Sect and Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect would become laughingstocks, unworthy of survival on level ten.

Only by piling up their own dead—testing whatever limit Jared might possess—did they believe there could be even the faintest chance of survival.

The command cracked through the air like a whip. Fear clutched every heart, yet the weight of sect law and their sect leader's reputation shoved them skyward. A dozen Demon Sect elders—Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators ranging from Levels Five to Six—snapped into a ring where a cacophony of spectral voices wailed.

Across the field, nearly ten elders of the Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect answered with guttural roars. Fur, scale, and bone ripped through their robes as half-released bodies took shape—flame-crowned bears, iron-plated rhinos, bone-winged bats—before they leapt to join the sky-born circle.

Almost thirty Heavenly Immortal Realm heavyweights now moved as one, their braided auras forging a battle array fierce enough to shake those in the Heavenly Immortal Realm advanced phase.

For Sheldon and Garth, this was every card left in their deck—short of stepping in themselves.

They refused to believe Jared could brush it aside a second time.

Despite being confronted with that storm of killing intent, Jared's eyes flickered with something so faint it looked like boredom.

"Oh, how you pathetic souls overestimate yourselves," he murmured as he raised Dragonslayer Sword once again.

This time, however, he did not release any sword energy.

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