A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5908

Lindsay's fingers blurred through a complex seal from the Earthfire True Scripture. A crown of pure, auric earth fire flared in her palms, then unraveled into dozens of serpentine tongues of fire.

Ordinary flame recoiled from that sovereign blaze. The fire-snakes drilled into lizard flesh, burning them from within.

In mere heartbeats, the remaining beasts collapsed, scales cracking, internal organs reduced to glowing slag.

"Impressive," Jared said, allowing genuine praise to color his voice. "Your control of Earthfire True Flame grows sharper by the hour, Lindsay."

A pink flush crept into Lindsay's cheeks. "Still miles behind you, Jared." Her laugh, light and quick, barely masked the pride shimmering in her eyes.

"Onward," Vermilion Demon Lord rumbled, eager for deeper challenges.

With that, they resumed their descent.

Far below, at the heart of the middle layer, temperature clawed toward the unthinkable—heat so fierce even the lava shivered, and the very air shimmered like liquid glass.

The cavern no longer wore the simple shade of dark crimson. Veins of living fire pulsed through half-melted, translucent stone, as though they were the organs of a slumbering titan, flexing and writhing beneath a paper-thin skin.

Sulfur weighted the air until it felt almost liquid. Every inhale scorched the throat, every exhale came out tasting of embers.

Somewhere in that reeking heat drifted a sour hint of rot. It slithered over the senses like clammy fingers and made it easy to imagine countless eyes blinking in the shadows.

Jared, Lindsay, and Vermilion Demon Lord had just finished hacking apart the seventh wave of flame-venom spiders.

Each spider had been the size of a millstone, its shell lava-red and painted with crawling black sigils.

Their silk hung in glittering ropes that refused to burn and carried a feverish poison. A single strand could drain a cultivator's celestial energy in moments.

Even Jared had needed every ounce of skill—and more than a little luck—to wipe the monsters out.

Now, the three paused on a rare flat ledge, an obsidian platform birthed when molten rivers cooled in mid-flow.

Lindsay folded her legs beneath her, swallowed a sky-blue pill, and waited for its cool to chase the ash from her cheeks.

Sweat pearled on her brow, only to hiss away to steam before it could fall.

"Jared, ever since the last fight, I keep feeling that something is watching us. That feeling is like cobwebs on skin, and it's very uncomfortable," Lindsay said, voice low and tight.

Vermilion Demon Lord refused to sit. His massive, coal-black frame turned in a slow circle, three eyes combing every fissure.

Even his magma-forged body moved sluggishly in the stifling heat. He rumbled, "That's right. I sense it as well. This aura is cold and greedy—something I have smelled before, like a viper hiding in the dark."

Jared offered no reply.

He stood at the ledge and stared into the dark river of magma surging below.

Since breaking into Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Three, his spiritual sense had sharpened to a surgeon's scalpel.

Quietly, he drew chaotic celestial energy through his veins. Invisible threads of perception unfurled from him like a net, drifting through the cavern walls and along every hidden seam.

Crack!

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