The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5581

"Who says I can't call reinforcements without help from a branch?" Esorin replied, a frigid smile carving lines into his face.

The old devil's soft chuckle echoed like a rusted hinge. Cold promise shimmered behind his eyes.

Figures began to stride out of the gate—one after another—none of them anything but Demonic Cultivators. Each arrival left a smoky after-image of black miasma curling over the ruined flagstones.

First to emerge was a giant of a man. He carried a mountain-cleaving axe whose iron edge could have split a city wall. Black fog coiled around his shoulders, making his outline blur and swell like a living shadow.

Jared's eyes narrowed. "That brute isn't from the Malevolent Path Hall?"

"Correct," Onneas said quickly, keeping pace beside him. "We're on level eight, Jared—that's Fiend-Titan Sect. The axe-bearer is their sect master, Maximilian Stonehelm. We have crossed blades with him before."

Jared's jaw flexed. "Then before his friends pour through, we hit—hard."

He knew the longer the gate spat out warriors, the worse their odds became.

He raised the Dragonslayer Sword. One blazing stroke tore through the void, its light a crimson comet. Several Third Hall cultivators never even felt the blade that lopped their heads from their shoulders.

"Kill!" Onneas answered with action, leading the Celestial Guards forward in a silver-and-blue wave. Steel met flesh. Screams became wind. In a breath, the courtyard was a storm of limbs and sparks.

After Jared felled a fourth opponent, Esorin appeared in front of him with a single ghost-swift step. One casual palm shredded Jared's sword-light like paper, forcing him back on his heels.

"Jared!" Onneas cried, fear ripping the name from her throat.

She planted herself at his side, armor plates humming with gathered power. She knew—alone, Jared could never match the abyssal force radiating from that devil.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, gazes locked on Esorin, whose aura rolled over the paving stones like an ocean trench come alive.

Esorin moved. The world blinked. Suddenly, he was before them, palm swinging down with the force of a collapsing mountain range. Air collapsed ahead of the strike, shrieking like tortured metal.

Jared roared, channeling every shred of will into the Dragonslayer. Scarlet fire ignited along the blade, sword-intent becoming liquid flame as he slashed upward to meet the descending hand.

Bang!

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