A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5707

Blood already streaked Rowena's left arm. A gash so deep the bone flashed white poured scarlet down her sleeve, soaking half her robe.

But the invaders were stronger, and they had numbers.

The black-robed Skyfiend cultivators struck with unsettling techniques—acidic shadows and ripping vortices—every blow reeking of ruin and plunder.

One by one, Nethergate disciples were caught. Their vital energy shattered, bodies either corroded to chalk-white bone or torn apart by savage energy, their blood misting the night sky.

Their screams of agony, braided with the furious wails of the dying, rose into a dirge of utter despair.

A gaunt man in a black hood let out a rasping laugh. "Rowena, why cling to hopeless resistance? We tread the same demonic road. Your Nethergate Sect grovels beneath a human guest like a whipped cur. You have disgraced every demonic cultivator!"

"Stuff it, Skyfiend scum!" Rowena battered two attackers aside and glared at the skeletal commander. "Mr. Chance is our honored guest— our benefactor. Even demonic cultivators can keep their honor. Thieves like you will never understand that!"

The taunting speaker was Gideon Marrow, commander of the Skyfiend raid—nicknamed "Master Marrow" and the name fit all too well.

"Honor? How much is that worth?" Gideon sneered. "Power alone is eternal. Surrender—hand over Neville and that Jared fellow—and I may spare you. Refuse, and the name Nethergate Sect is erased today."

"Dream on, you b*stard!" Rowena's demon-essence flared, pain forgotten.

She leveled her spear and charged. "Disciples of Nethergate—better to die on our feet! Kill!"

"Stubborn fools! Slaughter them all!"

Gideon flicked his wrist, and the Skyfiend assault redoubled.

Blades, curses, and shrieking spirits crashed over the courtyard like a hurricane.

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