The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5733

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Soul Devourer re-knitted his vaporous form, a midnight silhouette floating over the shattered earth. His gaze settled on Jared, who was still struggling in the distance, and his voice coiled out like a razor. "That was your ultimate strike? Pathetic. It did not even tickle me."

Jared dropped to one knee. The sword in his fist became a crutch, its tip gouging a trembling groove while he hauled air into bruised lungs. Sweat and blood blurred together on his face, disbelief widening his eyes.

How can this be? I have thrown every hidden card, even tapped the very cadence of ultimate energy, and still cannot touch his core. A moment ago, I felt unstoppable—certain I could crush that ancient cur with one squeeze. Reality lands like ice water, dousing every shred of swagger. Did I level the entire Ninefold Heaven only because the adversaries were weak? Up against a monster that survived from ancient times, my so-called power is laughable—and he has not even finished rebuilding his physical body.

Soul Devourer watched Jared's spiraling despair and drank it in. "Now you see the gulf between us," he purred. "Kneel, beg, gift me your soul and that Demon Seal Tower. Perhaps I shall grant you a swift death."

Jared lifted his head and swiped the blood from his mouth. Shock still lingered, but something feral now burned behind it—a cornered wolf's glare that knew solo heroics were done.

"Beg? In your dreams," he snarled, forcing his body upright in one convulsive surge.

He whirled toward the restless Draconian lines behind him. "Coall! Cyanna! Quit spectating—move! We end this mangy relic together. Tear him apart!"

Honor, duels, the pretense of fairness—rubbish when life balanced on a blade's edge. All Jared wanted now was Soul Devourer's annihilation.

"Roar! Brothers, carve up that antique and avenge Mr. Chance!" Coall's bass thundered across the field.

First into the fray, the black-scaled giant erupted with a roar that cracked the very sky.

"Form the Myriad Godslayer Formation!" Cyanna's crisp command sliced through the troop. Draconian soldiers snapped into motion.

Hundreds of throats unleashed a cataclysmic dragon chant. Their killing auras fused, knitting into a single colossal energy dragon that barreled forward, intent on pulverizing all in its path.

"Ants remain ants," Soul Devourer hissed. "If you crave death, I shall oblige."

With a contemptuous snort, he swelled, drawing the very marrow of the Soulgrave Abyss into himself. Winds howled as his vast soul collided head-on with the charging Draconians.