The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6798

"Today I'll put an end to your ancient reign of terror—and to the suffering you've brought upon this world."

As his words faded, Jared drew a deep breath. Gray chaotic force erupted from him and began circulating at full strength.

An immense, dense yet gentle halo of chaotic light enveloped his body, shielding his flesh, meridians, core, and soul on every side, leaving nothing exposed.

He stepped forward into the deep, black rift.

The instant he crossed its threshold, the world around him changed.

All light, sound, and traces of the outside world were cut away, replaced by boundless darkness, icy silence, and a sense of unbridled violence.

The entire space was filled with demonic aura as thick and black as ink. Oppression and the threat of annihilation hung everywhere. Every inch of air carried a terrifying force capable of eating through souls, erasing cultivation, and twisting minds.

Strange, faint voices whispered at his ears, like ten thousand restless spirits murmuring temptations. They battered his consciousness field and soul, seeking to cloud his thoughts, distort his heart of the Way, and break his resolve.

Countless illusory images flashed before him: scenes of slaughter, greed, anger, obsession, and the deepest fears and desires of the human heart. They came in overlapping waves, trying to draw him into depravity and turn him into a demon.

This was the demonic soul's preferred weapon. It stirred inner fiends to confuse the soul and corrupt the mind, defeating its victims without ever having to fight.

Unfortunately for it, Jared had endured countless trials. His mind was clear and his heart of the Way unshakable.

His violet eyes remained serene, his thoughts steady. Neither the voices nor the phantoms could sway him in the slightest.

Chaotic force flowed slowly around him, forming a firm barrier around his soul and shutting out every illusion, whisper, and inner fiend.

He advanced unhurriedly through the billowing darkness until he reached the rift's deepest reaches.

There, a huge mass of dark-purple light hung motionless in the void. Its surface was riddled with cracks.

Its glow was dim, its aura disordered, and its spiritual energy all but spent. Thin threads of purple demonic aura leaked from the cracks, only to be drawn hastily back into the mass.

This was the demonic soul's true body—the source of the terror that had plagued the world for countless ages, contaminated the seas, and spawned monstrous, deformed sea beasts.

Sensing a living presence and the suppressive power of the chaotic origin, it grew restless. Its faded light shook and churned violently.

Demonic aura surged throughout the rift as a will full of madness, cruelty, and bitter hatred swept across the space.

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