The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5449

"Hahaha! Feeling frightened now, are you?"

Soul Devourer threw back his head and let out a jagged, echoing laugh that rattled the rafters. "Too late for regrets!" he thundered, then hurled himself at Onneas, the demon light weaving around his outstretched palm swelling darker, thicker, until it felt like night itself had broken loose inside the throne room.

Aurelius, Jared, and the others surged forward in a desperate counter-charge. Streams of power—golden spiritual energy, white Power of Immortals, and a purple river of lightning—braided together and streaked across the marble floor toward Soul Devourer.

Soul Devourer sneered, "That's the best you can muster?" A curtain of churning black mist roared from his body and swallowed their combined strike.

Boom!

The blast ruptured like a cannon inside a cathedral. Waves of pressure rippled back across the hall, slamming every defender off balance. They staggered, faces bleached the color of paper.

Onneas' chest convulsed. Pfft!

A red sheet of blood splattered across the cracked tiles as Onneas nearly collapsed.

She had known Soul Devourer was powerful, but not this powerful—for all their teamwork, they were ants slamming into a mountain.

Soul Devourer's laughter bounced from pillar to pillar, giddy and cruel. "What's wrong, Onneas? Weren't you the legendary prodigy? Where's that arrogance now—can't even raise a hand?"

Onneas wiped her mouth, teeth clamped so hard her jaw creaked. Emerald spiritual energy flared from her palms, and she flung herself back into the fight with a ragged cry that was half courage, half defiance.

Soul Devourer growled, "Stubborn fool." A fresh beam of demon light—denser, hotter—erupted from his fist.

Boom! The collision detonated like a meteor.

The blast caught Onneas full in the chest. She spun through the air like a puppet with its strings slashed, then crashed to the stone floor. Another torrent of blood sprayed from her lips, pooling beneath her cheek.

"Ms. Dusko!" Jared shouted. He lunged, but a wall of black vapor reared up, snarling, and flung him back before he could reach her.

Soul Devourer's grin stretched wider. "Now, insects—your turn." His gaze slithered over Jared, Aurelius, and each trembling ally like a blade tasting flesh.

Terror wove through the room.

All of them had tasted the hope of victory only moments before. Yet, at that moment, they felt the walls of the palace bending inward, sealing them inside a tomb of their own ambitions.

I can't surrender now!

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