A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6287

Inside the Council Hall, Roland stood in front of a massive map with his brows locked tight.

The map was marked with the terrain of the Demon Marches, its cities, and the power distribution of the Demon Dragon Lineage.

Red markers crowded together so densely they nearly blanketed the entire northern half of the map.

"Mr. Chance!"

The moment he saw Jared come in, Roland hurried to his feet, a flicker of surprise flashing through his eyes. "You've finally returned!"

Jared walked to the map and swept his eyes over the markings on it. "How bad is it?"

Roland's face turned heavy. "Not good. The Demon Dragon Lineage has been gathering its forces this whole time. Looks like they're preparing for something big. Our scouts reported back that Darian has already recalled all the scattered Demon Dragons from every corner. There are at least a thousand Demon Dragons gathered in the deep Demon Marches now."

"A thousand?" Jared's brow tightened.

"Yes."

Roland pointed to several red marks on the map. "And it's not just the Demon Dragons. Darian also brought in one of the demonic cultivators from the deep Demon Marches. Supposedly, that person's strength runs too deep to measure. Our scouts caught a distant look at him and said black flame coiled all around him. Even the sky for 100 miles around was stained black."

Jared's brow drew down even harder.

Black flame... demonic cultivators...

Could it be Skylar?

No. Probably not.

Skylar's demonic aura was pure black. There was no flame mixed into it.

And Skylar had only just shown up at the Celestial Palace. There was no way he could have run to the Demon Marches that fast.

"What do we know about that demonic cultivator?" Jared asked.

Roland shook his head.

"We couldn't find anything. That person kept his movements locked down tight and never showed his real face. Our scouts only caught a glimpse of his demonic aura from far away. They couldn't even make out what he looked like."

Jared went quiet for a moment.

"But..."

Roland hesitated before going on.

"There's one thing that doesn't add up. The Demon Dragon Lineage has been gathering its forces this whole time, but they still haven't launched an attack on Cloudhaven City. With Darian's temper, he should've come at us long ago. But he hasn't moved. It's like he's waiting for something."

"Waiting for what?"

"I don't know." Roland shook his head.

"Maybe reinforcements. Maybe some kind of opening."

Jared stood there thinking for a while.

Then he lifted his head, and something sharp passed through his eyes.

"We're done waiting. We hit them first."

Roland froze. "Take the fight to them?"

"That's right."

Jared pointed at one of the marks deep in the Demon Marches on the map.

"Instead of sitting here waiting for them to come to us, we go straight to their door and kill our way in. We wipe out the Demon Dragon Lineage, cut off that demonic cultivator's claws, and then drag him out too."

Roland's face shifted.

"Mr. Chance, the Demon Marches are demon territory. If we rush in that deep..."

"I know," Jared cut him off. "But have you thought about why the Demon Dragon Lineage dares to strut around outside Cloudhaven City? Because we've been stuck defending the whole time. If we show enough strength—enough to make them understand we're not easy to provoke—they'll pull back instead."

He paused and looked at Roland.

"And I'm not taking a big force. You, the core strength of the Sky Dragon Lineage, and me. That'll be enough."

Roland held back for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Alright. I'll follow your lead, Mr. Chance."

Jared patted him on the shoulder.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify