The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5680

But the reprieve ended there.

The Soul Devourer's cultivation towered far above Sylvia's—an ocean against a candle flame. Any temporary restraint was meaningless beside such weight.

In less than a breath, the sword light shattered with a dull roar.

The ice-blue sword shrieked, fractures racing along the blade before it splintered into glittering shards.

A backlash of demonic aura tore into Sylvia's body. She screamed as if threaded with poisoned needles; blood seeped from every pore until she was painted red, then she crashed to the floor, breath thin as spider silk.

The desperate strike of two Heavenly Immortal experts had not slowed that colossal palm even for an instant.

They couldn't even force the Soul Devourer to lift a finger in earnest. That alone spoke volumes—and the message was terrifying.

Inside the frozen prism of warped space and halted time, Jared watched in horror as Neville and Sylvia hurled themselves forward to shield him. Blades of darkness carved their flesh, dropping them in mangled silence, and something savage tore through Jared's chest, hotter than any flame, darker than any pit.

A roar ripped from his throat—more beast than man. His eyes blazed crimson, pupils drowning in blood-red rage.

Spiritual energy howled through his meridians at a suicidal pace, tearing micro-fissures in its path yet surging on.

He lashed the newborn principle of Time Acceleration to its limits, desperate to pry open the spatial coffin.

"Open—now!" Jared roared. The very air answered with a metallic hum, a low, vibrating buzz that rattled bones.

Time's flow convulsed around him. Hairline cracks skittered across the frozen cage, small as dust motes yet unmistakable—a first wound in the cage.

Within that millionth of a heartbeat, Jared clamped both hands around the Dragonslayer Sword, pouring every shred of strength, wrath, and refusal to die into the blade.

"Nascence power—fuse. Time Acceleration—cleave!"

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