A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6047

Low thunder rolled over the valley as wave after wave of celestials marched toward Skyfiend Gorge.

From the shadowed ridges, their bronze shields caught the stray light, so the entire mass looked like a single, ever-rising black tide.

Overhead, more than a hundred celestial skysloops swept into formation and locked together like slabs of dark iron.

Their keels glowed, linking bows to sterns until the last scrap of open sky behind Jared vanished.

Down on the battered plain, tens of thousands of celestial guardsmen and conscripted beast soldiers closed ranks.

Their square formations advanced one deliberate step at a time, spears leveling in a forest that never stopped creeping forward.

At the very front, Beast-Quelling Venerable hovered above the dust.

Gold armor wrapped him from throat to heel, every plate ringing with the steady hum of a Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Seven aura.

That pressure pressed down like a full cliff on every living thing beneath him.

Flanking him floated the two surviving beast kings, King Silverserpent on his left and King Ironhawk on his right.

Eight celestial captains at High Immortal Realm Level Five spread out behind them, forming a jagged half-circle that mirrored their master's killing intent.

The Venerable's voice cracked across the gorge like lightning.

"Jared! Show yourself and die!" The words boomed from his throat, rattling loose stones from the cliff face.

The thunderous command ricocheted against every wall of Skyfiend Gorge, rolling through tunnels and ravines until even the deepest crevice carried the sound.

Inside the dim war tent, King Ironhide's shaggy brows pressed together.

"Brother Jared, we're surrounded," he rumbled, voice pitched low so the nearby scouts would not panic.

"Enemies on every side, no fewer than fifty thousand." Each syllable landed like another nail in the floorboards.

Jared stepped out of the hidden cavern and let the cold daylight slam against his face.

High above, the Venerable's gold-clad silhouette shone like a hanging executioner's blade, and battle heat surged behind Jared's eyes.

"Alpha Bear, gather everyone and break out," Jared said, never taking his eyes off the sky.

"I'll carve a path for you." The promise came out calm, but the air around him vibrated with chaotic force already gathering.

"No! We fight beside you!" King Ironhide burst out, fists the size of millstones slamming together.

Dust drifted from the cave ceiling with the blow.

"That is an order."

The words cut sharper than any blade, leaving no room for discussion.

Jared's tone hardened. "If you stay, you slow me down. Trust me—I can fight my way through."

Each clipped phrase carried the weight of iron certainty.

King Ironhide opened his mouth, found no counter, then shut it with a crack.

At last he growled, "Fine. Brother Jared, stay alive." Resolve and worry tangled behind his dark eyes.

Jared turned to the shadow-wrapped Luther.

"Luther, guard the Bear King during the breakout. If a window opens, start fixing that array."

His gaze held no hint of doubt.

Luther nodded twice, quick and forceful.

"Understood, Mr. Jared. Be careful." The normally flat voice trembled at the edges.

Jared wasted no more breath.

He gathered chaotic force under his soles and shot up, a single gray streak ripping through layers of swirling mist.

Wind screamed past, unable to cling to him.

"Beast-Quelling Venerable, weren't you looking for me?" Jared's shout carried clean and even.

"Well, here I am."

Although calm, the declaration rolled across the battlefield, entering every ear like a personal summons.

For one silent heartbeat, even the marching boots missed their rhythm.

The Venerable's stare sharpened until it felt like a spear haft growing from his brow.

"A youthful hero indeed," he said, voice dropping to a cold admiration.

"Pity you chose to oppose the celestials. That road ends only in a grave."

"Life or death—we'll know after the blades meet," Jared answered.

Within his meridians, chaotic force raged like a storm locked behind iron doors.

The Venerable barked a laugh that held no humor.

"Arrogant whelp. Form the array!"

At his command, every skysloop pulsed.

Gold light poured from their prows, weaving itself into chains that shot outward, link after blazing link.

In seconds a titanic mesh arced overhead and swooped toward Jared.

This was the Heaven-Net Entrapment Array.

Once inside, even a High Immortal Realm Level Eight expert usually clawed in vain for freedom.

Cold light flashed as the Dragonslayer Sword appeared in Jared's grip.

He raised it without ceremony and swung.

"Chaos—Skybreaker!"

The cry ripped free of his chest, fusing sound with power.

A gray sword beam tore upward.

Where it passed, gold chains snapped like rotten twine, and the giant net split open, daylight flooding through the wound.

The Venerable's expression tightened.

"Such force… he must not leave here alive." A rare flicker of concern crossed his features.

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