A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6330

The mine tunnel went quiet.

Only the crackle of burning fire and the sizzling hiss of molten fire flowing through the tunnel remained.

The fire unicorn came back to Jared's side and rubbed itself against his leg.

Its eyes shone with naked pride, like a child who'd done something good and was waiting to be praised.

Jared smiled and patted its head.

His fingers touched the fire unicorn's scales, and the heat coming off them was intense.

But the chaotic force kept most of it outside, so his hand only grew slightly warm.

"Good job."

Then he went back to collecting the crystals.

The fire unicorn crouched off to one side, watching the cave mouths with sharp focus, ready to strike again at any moment.

Its tail swayed lightly, and the flame at the tip traced arc after arc across the ground.

A few more groups of celestial cultivators rushed in.

The first wave came in twenty strong.

The fire unicorn opened its mouth and blasted out a sheet of flame. All twenty were reduced to ash in an instant.

The second wave brought thirty.

The fire unicorn tore straight into the middle of them, charging left and right through the crowd. Everywhere it passed, bodies dropped and piled across the ground.

The third wave numbered fifty.

This time, they had learned. None of them dared get close. They stayed back and attacked from a distance with holy radiance.

Most of those attacks broke against the fire unicorn's scales.

But one blade-flare struck its back leg and left a shallow wound.

The fire unicorn let out a roar that shook the whole mine tunnel.

Flame burst from its body in a violent surge, turning the entire mine tunnel into a sea of flame.

All fifty died there.

Not one of them made it out.

Only then did Jared finish putting every emberstone crystal into his Storage Ring.

He rose to his feet and brushed off his hands.

Then he glanced at the wound on the fire unicorn's back leg.

The cut was shallow.

It was already closing on its own, little by little. The fire unicorn's healing ability was strong enough that a minor injury like this didn't need any attention.

During this stretch of sleep, the fire unicorn had stayed inside the Storage Ring, constantly absorbing all kinds of resources Jared had gathered.

Its strength had risen along with them by a huge margin.

Back then, with that celestial devourer around, any little bit of resources wasn't even enough for a single mouthful.

Now the little celestial devourer had left with the Vermilion Demon Lord, and all those resources had gone to the fire unicorn.

From that point on, the small fire unicorn's growth started accelerating by multiples.

Jared patted the fire unicorn on the head.

"Let's go."

The fire unicorn nodded, turned into a streak of crimson light, and flew back into Jared's Storage Ring.

Jared walked out of the mine tunnel.

Outside the mine, the fighting had already reached its fiercest point.

Hadrian led the beast-race warriors in a fighting retreat.

Their bodies were covered in wounds.

Some had lost an arm. Some had lost an eye. Some were down on the ground and never got back up.

There had been 500 warriors.

Now fewer than 300 were left.

The young beast-race warrior lay in a pool of blood.

His eyes were still open, fixed on the sky.

His hand still gripped the bone axe.

Enemy blood covered the blade.

He had already killed seven celestial cultivators before an elder at the True Immortal Realm Level Four drove a sword straight through his chest.

When he went down, there was still a smile at the corner of his mouth. The brothers behind him were still standing because he had held the line.

The old beast-race warrior went down too.

His body was carved with dozens of wounds, and every last one of them was still bleeding.

His war axe stood planted in the ground beside him. The blade was chipped all over.

He leaned against the axe handle and closed his eyes.

He had lived for 3 thousand years. He had fought for 3 thousand years. At last, he could rest.

Wolfhowe was covered in wounds too.

A slash on his left arm ran so deep the bone showed through. Blood streamed down his arm, hit the dirt, and gathered into a small pool.

Across his chest, holy radiance had burned a charred black mark into him. Flesh had curled back from the wound, and bone showed faintly underneath.

His face was smeared with blood and grime. There was so much of it, he couldn't tell what was his and what belonged to the enemy.

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