A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5736

"Protect Mr. Chance!" Despite ribs jutting and scales split, Coall lurched forward again, roaring as his massive, night-colored body became a living bulwark before Jared.

The few Draconians still able to move beat broken wings, dragging themselves into the air to weave one last, trembling wall around their leader.

Yet without the strength of their battle array, each dragon stood fragile as glass before the Soul Devourer.

"Out of my way." The Soul Devourer's voice cracked like frozen steel.

A careless sweep of his hand released a soul-quake; invisible force hit the onrushing dragons like cosmic hammers, flinging them howling into the dark, their soul-lights guttering out.

Coall spat searing dragonfire, but the specter dispersed it, then conjured a colossal hand of condensed soul energy that came crashing onto the dragon's skull.

Boom!

The impact shook the plain.

The skull that had shrugged off blades and fire finally cracked; Coall's scream split the night while his titanic body plummeted like a meteor, punching a crater into the earth and vanishing beneath choking dust.

"Coall!" Jared's cry tore from his throat, raw and desperate.

Watching his guardian fall for him ripped Jared open; agony and fury rose like wildfire, threatening to consume what remained of his reason.

He hated his own helplessness and his blind pride.

If I had not insisted on a solo duel—had not underestimated the horror standing before him—would the night have bled this way?

That earlier surge of invincibility now mocked him, a hollow joke smashed by reality's fist.

There was always someone stronger, always a higher sky, and he was paying for his youth and arrogance in blood.

Soul Devourer drifted closer; the chill of its killing intent seemed to freeze Jared's blood and spirit alike.

He stared at that face forged from spite, at the emerald flames dancing in its eyes, and felt despair press on his chest like a mountain.

Am I truly going to die here? No! I cannot die. Sylvia is waiting, the Heaven Gate Sect has only just risen, and the Vermilion Demon Lord has barely reclaimed his flesh—my work has only begun.

A savage instinct to live surged; Jared squeezed the last drop of chaotic energy from his battered core and even set his wounded soul ablaze.

Bzzzz!

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