A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5715

The ferocity and inborn sorcery of the Draconians blossomed without restraint. Scales gleamed, claws flashed, and every breath carried a primordial law.

Though the apparition drew power from a higher plane, the coordinated assault of these apex dragons shackled it completely, denying it any chance to strike elsewhere.

Meanwhile, additional Draconians dived into the ranks of the Skyfiend Sect, whose protective array had already collapsed. The once-orderly formation dissolved into chaos the instant living thunder and living steel crashed among them.

In the blink of an eye, the battle tipped into its most savage, blood-soaked phase.

Black dragons, coiling dragons, and other thick-scaled breeds formed the spearhead. They shredded flesh with talons, swept crowds aside with iron tails, and weathered stray spells as though their hides were moving fortresses, trampling the sect's lines into broken mounds.

Elemental dragons followed just behind, venting their fury with reckless abandon.

A sweep of dragonfire left scorched wasteland. Lightning fell like divine verdicts, reducing bodies to ash. Glacial breath birthed forests of ice-statues, while hurricanes erased every trace of bone or banner.

Dragon roars, detonations, screams, the crack of bone, the collapse of stone—together they composed a deafening symphony of annihilation.

The Skyfiend Sect's disciples were vicious, yet in raw strength, will, and racial talent, they were hopelessly outclassed by the vengeance-driven Draconian army under Jared's unified command.

Worse still, their grand elders fell one after another beneath Jared's blade—Dragonslayer—and the sect's greatest reliance, the hell deity apparition, remained hopelessly entangled.

The rout became an avalanche.

Panic spread through the Skyfiend ranks like plague.

Those who tried to fight were drowned in dragonfire within a heartbeat. Those who fled found every exit sealed by swift Wind and Cloud Dragons. The rest were crushed to pulp beneath uncaring claws.

Blood painted Bonewither Cliff crimson, streaming down the chalk-white escarpment in thin rivers that dyed the poison mists below a ghostly pink.

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