A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5831

The final word had barely fallen when the pool erupted, hurling gouts of clotted red and shredded wraiths skyward.

Boom!

Fragments of anguished spirits shrieked as they rained down like a grotesque storm.

A towering figure, wrapped in roiling black miasma and the stench of slaughtered souls, floated upward from the broken pool and settled in mid-air. It was Soul Devourer.

He stood now, his aura nothing like the broken husk Jared had faced on level nine.

There was still a threadbare weakness at the core of his soul, yet the tide of demonic essence rolling off him dwarfed Mordain—and every foe Jared had met before.

The laws swirling around his cloak brushed a realm beyond the Heavenly Immortal threshold, hinting at some secret tier above.

Slowly, he lifted his head. Beneath the cowl, two crimson embers burned like twin blood-moons, fixing on Jared without blinking.

"At last, whelp... you have come."

Gone was the rasp; his words rang clear and icy, each syllable a hammer striking the listeners' spirits. "I have waited for this day a very, very long time."

Jared felt that crushing presence and, instead of fear, a wildfire of battle-lust flared behind his eyes.

Chaotic celestial energy thundered through his veins, the lotus of primordial fire in his core turning, petals radiating scalding resolve. Even the Dragonslayer Sword, clasped in his palm, responded with a low, eager hum.

"You've recovered quite well. Pity. You're still going to die," Jared commented calmly.

Soul Devourer threw back his head and roared with laughter, a thunder that shook the plaza tiles.

"Die? You. You're a mere Level Nine Human Immortal who stumbled into a bit of fortune and now believes himself unbeatable. When I roamed the heavens, devouring stars and their children, your ancestors had not even been born yet. Today, I will teach you what true power is... what despair tastes like."

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