A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5432

"Brat! Enjoy your bravado! The Soul Devourer will flay you all!" the demon general spat, hatred burning through his panic.

He shot Jared a murderous glare, then pivoted, desperate to flee.

"Running? Not today!" Jared growled.

He poured every drop of spiritual energy into the Dragonslayer Sword. Golden sword energy coiled outward, forming a colossal dragon that streaked after the fleeing demon general, jaws wide and incandescent.

The demon general tried to dodge, but the sword energy tore straight through him. Armor, flesh, and malice split apart in one breath.

He collapsed with a final, choking scream, life and spite fading into the dust.

Jared sheathed the sword and strode toward the city gate without a backward glance.

Meanwhile, Artemis, Aurelius, and the disciples of the Herb Sect had already wiped out the remaining Demonic Cultivators. Grateful survivors hurried forward, their relief visible even through grime and blood.

"Save your thanks," Jared told them, voice firm yet gentle. "Guarding level six is everyone's duty. Danger still stalks every road. If you wish to live, join us in marching. We'll find more allies and break Soul Devourer's choke-hold together."

Heads nodded. In a world this shattered, unity was the sole currency worth anything. If they survived, they could retrieve level six.

The group moved on. At each scorched crossroads, more lone cultivators joined, until the column stretched far down the road.

Every mile revealed new horrors—ruined shrines, burned villages, bones left to bleach beneath a wounded sky—reminders that hope was fragile, survival rarer still.

By dusk, they reached a valley once home to the beast race.

Now the valley lay in ruin. The beast race cultivator's corpses littered the rocks—some split wide, others gnawed to gleaming bone.

After burying the corpses, the cultivators continued to find Infinides and Yuliana.

They followed the previously agreed route, traversing every corner of level six, experiencing countless battles, slaying numerous Demonic Cultivators, and witnessing myriad tragedies.

Later, they arrived at the foot of a snow-capped mountain, where snow accumulated year-round and the climate was bitterly cold.

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