A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5871

"Seems like Malevolent Path Hall has sunk its roots far deeper into level eleven than we imagined." Jared's voice stayed flat, yet the edge beneath it could have sliced iron.

Vermilion Demon Lord flipped through the ledger, his brows knitting tighter with each page. "According to this, five strongholds circle the Blaze Region alone. The one inside Crimson Flame City is the largest—a Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Eight elder supposedly guards the area."

Jared nodded. "Crimson Flame City is the biggest city in the Blaze Region, and Earthfire Pavilion is headquartered inside its walls. With so much heat to draw on, the Hall's claws will be thick. We tread lightly once we arrive."

"There's still a little over two months until the Earthfire Trial... We have plenty of time," Vermilion Demon Lord said as he tapped the ledger.

"Each nest we torch buys us another dusk. Their chain of command will scramble, buying us a cleaner road south."

"That's right," Jared replied, cold light flashing behind his eyes. "By now, Malovelent Path Hall's higher-ups should already know that Darkwind Gorge has fallen. I bet they're weaving a net across Crimson Flame City, waiting for us. The racket we stir along the way might be able to throw them into a frenzy."

From then on, the duo kept drifting south, erasing two smaller dens along the way and feeding fresh panic into Malevolent Path Hall's rumor mill.

The farther they flew, the more the land itself began to change.

Heat bled into every breath; fire-type spiritual energy thickened in the air like invisible ash.

Beneath them, the gray badlands rippled into rust-red hills and knife-edged gorges. Steam vents hissed from scattered springs, and lone volcanoes sputtered sparks against a cloudless sky.

Plants thinned to stubborn clusters of thorn and flame-touched succulents, each one clinging to life the way a drunk clings to his last coin.

"We're close to the Blaze Region," Jared murmured, the heat stroking his cheeks like open furnace doors. "This environment is ideal for fire cultivators, but everyone else will be suppressed by the aura. Those from the Malevolent Path Hall mostly dabble in Demonic Cultivation, so their powers will be more or less affected here."

"It's not entirely great for us either," Vermilion grunted. "I am a Demonic Cultivator, and the fire spiritual energy here is too intense—staying for long will be uncomfortable. Your chaotic celestial energy is more tolerant, so it shouldn't be much affected. As for the small fire unicorn, I'm sure it feels right at home."

As if on cue, the small fire unicorn burst from Jared's storage ring, prancing through the air and gulping down flames nobody else could see. Its golden mane glowed several shades brighter.

The trio flew for another few days. At last, the horizon blushed crimson, and a colossal city rose from the scorched earth like a burning crown.

Walls one hundred yards high, forged from blazing-red stone, caught the noonday light and hurled it back in molten waves.

A faint scarlet shield shimmered over the battlements, and that, without a doubt, was the city defense formation.

Inside, towers thrust hundreds of yards into the sky, tiled roofs overlapping like dragon scales all the way to the clouds.

Even from afar, Jared felt the crush of countless auras. A few hid so deep and wide they could belong only to true immortals.

They had finally arrived at Crimson Flame City, the biggest city in Blaze Region.

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