A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6621

Gwendolyn looked at Jared's new face. A small smile touched her lips.

"You seem much easier to look at this way."

Jared did not answer.

He turned and left the cave.

They continued southeast.

According to the Golden Crow disciple, a large city called Bermu City stood in that direction. It was a gathering place for human cultivators in the Nineteenth Firmament.

It did not belong to any celestial force. Wandering cultivators and merchant guilds gathered there, making it the best place to ask for information.

After roughly four hours of flight, Jared's spirit sense caught violent spiritual fluctuations ahead.

A fight.

Not a sparring match.

A real life-or-death struggle.

The shockwaves from clashing spiritual power rolled through the air, carrying even the faint smell of blood.

Jared narrowed his eyes and extended his spirit sense.

About fifteen miles ahead, on a broad plain, ten human cultivators were surrounding an enormous demon beast.

The beast was black from head to toe and as large as a small mountain. Its limbs were thick as stone pillars. Sharp bone spikes covered its back, each one glinting with an eerie chill.

Its head looked half wolf and half dog. Two rows of fangs lined its gaping mouth, and drool dripped from its jaws. Wherever the saliva landed, smoking holes corroded into the ground.

A demon hound.

A Golden Immortal Level Five demon beast.

Jared had read about this creature in the ancient records of the Aureate Way.

Demon hounds were savage, tough, and extremely hard to injure. Ordinary Golden Immortal Level Five cultivators were no match for them.

Worse, they lived in packs.

They usually moved in groups. Sometimes three or five. Sometimes several dozen.

This one was probably a sentry, assigned to patrol the pack's territory. Its body was huge, but among demon hounds, it was only middle-sized.

The leader of the ten human cultivators was a middle-aged man with a solid build and a firm face. He was Golden Immortal Level Five.

He wielded a crimson longblade wreathed in flames. Each slash released a wave of scorching heat and left charred marks on the demon hound.

But the beast's defenses were far too strong.

The wounds looked brutal, yet they barely cut past the surface.

The other nine cultivators were all Golden Immortal Level Four. They used all kinds of weapons: swords, blades, spears, hammers. Their attacks struck the demon hound again and again, but they could not break its hide. At most, they left pale streaks across its fur.

The demon hound growled and spat black poison mist from its jaws.

Grass withered wherever the mist passed. The earth rotted. A sharp stench spread through the air.

The ten human cultivators clearly feared the poison. They attacked while retreating, trying to keep distance from the beast.

But they were too slow.

The demon hound lunged.

Its huge body came down like a moving mountain, crushing toward the nine Golden Immortal Level Four cultivators.

The middle-aged man's face changed. He swung the crimson longblade with all his strength, sending a huge arc of blade-light through the air and into the demon hound's body.

Boom!

The demon hound staggered, but only for a moment.

It steadied itself almost immediately, locked its blood-red eyes on the nine cultivators, and roared with greater fury.

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