The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5679

This was not the simple slowing of a clock. It was a wicked fusion—Space Prison interwoven with Time Deceleration—forming an absolute cage that mocked every escape he knew.

Within that flawless prison, Jared stood sealed, a living butterfly pinned beneath glass.

Above his head, a colossal hand coalesced from the purest, deepest demon haze. It appeared from nothing—five talons of night reaching down from a void.

The hand blotted out what little light remained. Creases carved across its palm like canyons, nails gleamed like newly forged blades, and in the hollow of its center, countless wraiths writhed and screamed, exhaling rot and ruin.

It began to descend. Even before contact, the pressure made Jared's bones groan aloud, a high, brittle whine. The spiritual shield hugging his skin flickered like a candle far too close to death's breath.

"Jared!"

"Mr. Chance!"

Sylvia and Neville felt their hearts split. They could taste the power packed inside that demon palm—it was the sort of strength that would grind a peak-level Heavenly Immortal to dust without effort.

If the hand struck, Jared would not leave so much as a memory behind.

"We fight—even if it kills us!"

Neville roared, ignoring the impossible gulf between his own cultivation and the Soul Devourer's abyssal might.

He ignited his Netherlord force. Power erupted from him like a volcano tearing free of earth; demonic markings blazed across his skin, and beads of blood oozed from every pore.

Forming a desperate seal with both hands, he bellowed, "Netherlord World-End Seal!"

A vast, obsidian sigil—reeking of death and annihilation—flowered over his crown. Within its rim, a gate to the underworld cracked open, unleashing the chorus of ten thousand howling ghosts.

This was Nethergate Sect's last and most forbidden art. One use demanded a price few dared consider, but Neville had already thrown his life upon the scale.

The black sigil charged, unstoppable, and slammed toward the demon hand pressing down on Jared.

On the opposite flank, Sylvia smothered the tremor that rattled her soul and forced the Heaven Gate legacy to its uppermost limit.

Boom!

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