A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5394

The moment scouts confirmed Aurelius was hiding inside Roaring Storm Church, that vast obsidian army pivoted and rolled toward the distant monastery.

Where the demon army marched, rivers curdled, mountains darkened, and every blade of grass shriveled to powder. Veils of demonic aura blotted out the sun until even the thunderclouds wore mourning black.

Inside Roaring Storm Church, a breathless scout skidded across the flagstones and knelt before Aurelius. Bad news, King Aurelius! The Demonic Soul Army and tens of thousands of Demonic Cultivators are on their way here. They're expected to arrive within a day!

A pall of dread passed over every gathered defender.

Though they, too, numbered one hundred thousand, their odds against an equal host of demonic souls, relentless Demonic Cultivators, and the Human Immortal Realm Soul Devourer were perilous at best.

Aurelius clenched his fist, voice ringing like tempered steel. "Comrades, the enemy stands at our gates. Today's battle decides whether level six lives or crumbles. Those who wish to fight beside me—follow me to meet our foes!"

"We stand with King Aurelius!" everyone thundered, not a single soul retreating even a pace.

Outside the ruin, Soul Devourer now wore the guise of a child, astride a lion taller than a cathedral spire, its mane shuddering with molten darkness.

Two sword-bearing elders followed behind him, their silence sharper than their blades. Flanking them was Stebarin, grand elder of Malevolent Path Hall—whose crimson robes still dripped the promise of fresh slaughter.

Stebarin had intended to slink back to Malevolent Path Hall and leave level six's fate to the winds. Yet the coming carnage, heavy with unclaimed souls, proved too enticing, and it was that greed that ultimately tethered him to Soul Devourer's shadow.

"Tell me, Mr. Hemato, who is currently the strongest in level six?" Soul Devourer lilted, legs swinging over the lion's mane.

The question cracked like a whip. He had been suppressed for ten thousand years, and level six had long since changed dynasties. It was no longer the era he once knew.

"The number one on the Martial Rankings is Half-Beast King Imorn," the elder stammered. "Barely two centuries old, yet he has ruled the list for years. No one knows his master or the power behind him. The second is Thastrum Sandoval of Celestia. It's said that he and Imorn are evenly matched. They've dueled once, but never again since."

Soul Devourer's brow creased, shadows gathering in the hollows of his eyes. "Among all those young prodigies, is there no one by the name of Jared Chance?"

The elder blinked, utterly blank. "Jared Chance? I-I fear the name escapes me, My Lord."

Stebarin rushed to fill the void. "My Lord, that man has crossed Malevolent Path Hall before. He may be strong, but he's hardly a concern. By our estimates, he's likely at Earthly Immortal Realm Level One or Two. Even if he can punch above his weight, he is still no match for the other prodigies of level six."

Soul Devourer froze. "Is that so? I was on the verge of breaking through the restriction, but I was stalled for an entire day because of his arrival. Besides, the Power of Dragons coursing through him is exquisitely pure. I have a feeling he's a descendant of the Draconians..."

After hearing that, Stebarin nodded. "He is indeed a descendant of the Draconians, yet his strength fluctuates wildly. He may be formidable one moment, but becomes extremely weak the next. What truly bolsters him are the many divine weapons he has. Those are what increase his combat prowess."