The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5678

The cheers that had been rattling through the main hall of Nethergate Sect were strangled mid-cry, as though an invisible titan had clamped its fist around every throat.

From the platform, Soul Devourer rose—no flourish, no grand gesture, merely standing—but the whole world appeared to pivot on this single point, all gravity rewired to him alone.

Moments ago, the giant had seemed terrifying. Now his menace felt like a firefly before the full moon, a creek set against the boundless sea.

A thunderous rumble rolled overhead, deep enough to shake dust from the broken rafters.

Outside, the sky—already bruised by demonic aura—plunged into total night.

Clouds thick as congealed ink whirled together, churning like a cauldron. No clean lightning flickered there, only faces—thousands of distorted, wailing spirits—that flashed and vanished with piercing shrieks.

A wind colder than graves rushed through the shattered doors, whipping robes like tattered flags and probing straight into bone.

Around Soul Devourer, the very air warped, a wavering mirage, as if he stood inside a private hellscape stitched over the mortal realm. The slaughter-born malice he carried, distilled from an age of carnage, crashed in relentless waves against every mind present, each crest heavier than the last.

Somewhere in the hush, heartbeats pounded, loud enough to echo like war drums.

Weaker disciples toppled without a cry. Eyes rolled white, blood trickled from nostrils and ears, souls splintered beneath terror no language could name.

Even an expert like Neville felt a mountain range descend upon his shoulders. Joints groaned, and only the frantic circulation of his Netherlord force kept him standing, his face drained chalk-white.

Sylvia staggered with a muffled gasp; the color Jared's victory had returned to her cheeks drained away again. She held her longsword like a crutch, fine frame trembling, unwilling to collapse.

Her very soul shivered, gripped by instinctive dread born of a gulf in existence itself. The entire hall—no, the entire mountain gate of Nethergate Sect—quivered beneath that aura, as though a breath more would shatter it into dust.

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