The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5458

Throughout those three days Jared remained rooted beside the tower, muscles taut, senses flaring at every gust. He knew Soul Devourer's assassins could descend without warning.

On the third evening the tower flared—white fire blossoming along its runes, painting the surrounding trees in ghost-bright strokes.

Figures spilled out—Onneas, Aurelius, Artemis, Yuliana, and the others. Their auras pulsed—brighter, steadier. Wounds had vanished, eyes shone clear, and new strength coiled beneath their skins.

"We're whole again!" they cried, triumphant voices echoing through the dusk.

Yuliana's amethyst eyes sparkled as she tightened the ribbon around her sword hilt, unable to contain the bounce in her step. "And my strength has grown so much!"

Beside her, Aurelius' grin widened, pride spreading across his dust-streaked face. "That's right. I've already stepped into Human Immortal Realm Level Three!"

The circle of survivors erupted, each voice tumbling over the next as they compared fresh scars and newfound abilities.

Three hundred hard days inside the Pentacarna Tower had forged them in relentless, otherworldly fire, tempering every vein of power they possessed.

Onneas brushed a palm across her ribs, testing old wounds, then allowed a relieved smile. Her injuries had vanished, and nine-tenths of her peak strength pulsed again within her.

The jubilation shattered when the sky itself detonated—a thunderous boom that seemed to peel the clouds inside out.

From that rupture rolled a pressure so immense the valley floor quaked, stone ridges shivering like frightened animals.

Every head snapped upward.

Overhead, storm-colored clouds swirled into a living vortex. Legions of ink-black souls and demon cultivators poured forth, countless as locusts, sealing off the sky and hemming the valley in darkness.

At their spearhead floated a single figure in midnight robes—Soul Devourer, restored to unholy perfection and savoring his return.

"Hahaha... Did you really think crouching in this forgotten ravine would spare you from my gaze? Today, let us see where you plan to run."

Hope drained from the gathered faces as they watched the swarm blot out the heavens.

He froze mid-stride. An invisible force hammered down, locking every joint as though chains of air had solidified around him. The same crushing aura pinned the rest; moving even a fingertip became impossible, let alone raising a blade.

Above them Soul Devourer hovered, black robes rippling despite the still air, exuding a suffocating nightmare heat.

"In the end, ants remain ants. I gave you time to grow, yet you still cannot touch me."

They fought the unseen shackles, muscles straining until veins bulged, but the bonds would not yield. Inside each body, spiritual energy lay frozen, a river turned to ice.

"Hahaha, can you taste the despair yet?"

Soul Devourer's laughter rolled across the ravine like thunder, raw and merciless. The jet-black mist coiling around his frame writhed with every cackle.

"That, whelps, is the gulf between absolute power and your pitiful scraps of strength. Before me, you're not even worthy of struggling."