The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5253

His consciousness brushed the obsidian walls of a distant black palace—and murderous intent snapped shut around him like a steel trap.

“Intruder!” a voice thundered from the depths. Instantly, several titanic energies rocketed skyward, hurtling toward the fold of rock where he and Flaxseed hid.

“We're blown,” Jared hissed, yanking Flaxseed by the collar. “Move!”

They leapt just as ebony bolts hammered the hollow they had occupied, pulverizing boulders into dust that blotched the sky.

“Seize them!”

“Spying outside Darkwind Gorge—court death!”

Dozens of cultivators swarmed from the valley mouth. Their leader—a snarling Earthly Immortal demonic cultivator—closed the gap so fast the ground seemed to fold beneath his boots.

Jared and Flaxseed bolted toward Swordmaster City, every muscle burning as they poured speed into desperate flight.

Behind them howled curses, poison talismans, and razor-edged spells that carved furrows through cliff and shale, forcing last-second dives and pivots.

“These jerks sure run fast!” Flaxseed spat, flinging charms over his shoulder; blossoms of flame burst, buying a heartbeat of space.

Jared kept his senses locked on the pursuing auras, weaving through clefts and ridges. Thank the heavens we never charged straight inside. We'd have been swallowed alive.

Familiar ridgelines finally yielded to Swordmaster City's outer bulwark. Battered, scraped, and lightly wounded, the pair tumbled through the open gate. The cultivators skidded to a halt at the threshold, constrained by whatever treaty—or fear—shielded the city. After a few frustrated curses, they turned back into the wasteland's haze.

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