A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5738

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Fire Spirit fossil, bullying a half-dead phantom proves nothing. Face me, the demon lord!" The laughter rolled like thunder laced with inferno.

A mountainous hand—forged entirely from pitch-black flame—lunged from the rift and clamped around the descending column of starlight as if seizing prey.

"Fire Demon Lord?" The Fire Spirit Lord's voice, for the first time, betrayed a note of stern fury.

Flame-wrought fingers collided with cosmic light—no deafening blast followed, only the hiss of two absolute laws gnawing at one another. Starlight tried to cleanse the demon flame; the demon flame strove to consume the starfire. For a breathless span, neither side yielded, deadlocked in silent annihilation.

Jared watched the Fire Demon Lord's arrival, brow knotting tight.

For crying out loud—why does that walking bonfire always pick my battles to crash?

Back in the cataclysm of level six, the Fire Demon Lord had appeared from nowhere, ripping the Soul Devourer out of the Fire Spirit Lord's grasp.

Now, just as starlight was about to erase the fiend forever, that same blazing tyrant tore the heavens open once more.

Within the single heartbeat of stunned silence, the Soul Devourer's last shred of essence—thin as a needle, black as midnight—shrieked like a cornered beast.It wriggled free of the star-forged shackles, then shot downward in a hair-fine streak and vanished into the boiling sea of blood below, leaving only echoing terror behind.

"Ha-ha-ha! I live—I live! Fire Spirit Lord! Jared Chance! You crawling Draconians! Mark my words—when I return, you will repay this humiliation a hundredfold!" Soul Devourer howled from the depths, its voice bubbling up through the crimson waves like a curse.

Hope, so recently kindled in Jared and the Draconian army, guttered out in a single icy gust. The future that had seemed within reach was stomped flat beneath the returning tread of the Fire Demon Lord.

High above the battlefield, fury blazed across the Fire Spirit Lord's starlit visage. "Fire Demon Lord—your meddling ends now!" His words rang out, cold enough to freeze suns.

From the ragged wound in space, the Fire Demon Lord's voice rolled forth, molten with contempt. "Spare me the speeches, old star-keeper. I've long hungered to test your so-called Cosmic Purifying Flame. Dare you meet me beyond the heavens?"

"Name the place," the Fire Spirit Lord replied—three calm words that cracked like thunder.

Two supreme auras locked, the universe itself shivering beneath their gaze. The pillar of starlight folded inward. The colossal hand of black flame clenched and withdrew. In silent agreement, one figure blazed like a silver river, the other like a charred sun. Together they ripped through the Ninth Heaven's wall and streaked into the uncharted dark, shifting the war to realms unseen.

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