A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5832

The gap in strength was painfully clear.

Jared's heart sank.

Moments earlier, he had poured most of his power into that strike—braiding chaotic celestial energy, Chaotic True Flame, and the annihilation edge of his sword intent. Such a blow would have sliced Mordain in two, yet against Soul Devourer, it barely survived the answering swipe and even left him reeling.

The old fiend was every bit as fearsome as the legends claimed—his strength already far beyond Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Seven, and he had not yet fully healed.

Soul Devourer's cold voice rang out, laced with mockery, like a cat toying with a mice. "Hmph. Pathetic. So that was your trump card? I expected better. Now, try this! Ten-Thousand-Soul Heart Devourer!"

He flashed a hand seal, and waves of demonic aura and soul energy boiled from him.

The claw detonated, dissolving into countless thread-thin soul chains as black as ink. They hissed like a nest of vipers, shooting from every angle toward Jared—each strand sharp enough to pierce steel and venomous to the spirit. A single touch would gouge the mind from its vessel, leaving nothing but an empty shell.

Jared's pupils contracted. The Dragonslayer Sword swept in a silver gale, chaotic sword aura weaving an airtight mesh while the Chaotic Fire Lotus bloomed behind him, scattering petals of white-gold fire to shield his body.

Metal shrieked against energy—staccato clangs, sizzling burns, a deafening storm of impacts.

Most of the soul chains shattered beneath the blade or vanished within Chaotic True Flame, yet several speared through the defenses and hammered against Jared's celestial light shield.

The barrier shuddered violently. Needles of agony stabbed his consciousness; a choir of wailing phantoms seemed to rip at his ears.

He grunted, steadied his mind, and chaotic celestial energy outward, scattering the invading soul energy—but the brief struggle slowed him by a heartbeat.

"Perfect timing!"

Red light flared in Soul Devourer's eyes, and his figure vanished like a guttered flame.

An instant later, he reappeared beside Jared. A hand—scaled in onyx and wreathed in ghostfire—drifted toward Jared's back without a single sound. Cold power bored into his spine before the palm even touched him.

Jared whirled, the Dragonslayer Sword sweeping in a broad horizontal arc.

Clang!

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