The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5833

Sheldon and the other sect members had long since scurried to the far edges of the battlefield. They watched, trembling, twin fires of dread and—yes—rising hope flickering in wide eyes.

Their lord appeared, unbelievably, to hold the upper hand.

Minute by minute, the weight on Jared's shoulders grew heavier, his breaths shorter, his swings a shade slower than the instant before.

Soul Devourer's cultivation ran deep as night. His demonic essence seemed bottomless, and his veteran cunning allowed him to spear through the tiniest gap whenever Jared shifted style.

Worse, every black-green ripple of the demonic technique carried a whispering soul attack that kept scratching at Jared's mind, dulling focus, bleeding will.

The very quality of that essence was poison—part devourer, part decay—chewing at Jared's chaotic celestial energy so that his losses dwarfed the enemy's.

The Chaotic True Flame burned hot and proud, but heat alone could not erase the cliff that lay between a peak Human Immortal and a peak Heavenly Immortal.

Between those two realms sprawled a gulf of essence, law, and sheer inevitability.

And Soul Devourer was no ordinary Heavenly Immortal. Once, he had stood on heights even loftier, wielding laws beyond level ten's peak—knowledge now turned, merciless, upon Jared.

Pfft—blood dotted the air as Jared faltered.

A swirl of Soul-Corroding Nether Wind scraped across his shoulder. The celestial light shield shattered; flesh blackened, rotting in plain sight, while a spear of icy soul energy knifed toward his mind.

He drove the chaotic celestial energy and Chaotic True Flame inward, purging the venom, pinning the invading soul energy, but the motion cost a heartbeat—and momentum.

"Hahaha! Feeling it now, boy?" Soul Devourer's laughter rang like chains across an iron floor.

Seizing the pause, he molded the totality of his demonic essence into one colossal palm—Soul-Devouring Oblivion Palm—then brought it crashing down toward Jared's skull.

I'm defeated?

Right now, I truly cannot match this old demon—not even while he remains half-recovered.

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