A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6211

Outside Cloudhaven City, heaven and earth had changed color.

That great city of the celestial realm had once been wrapped in celestial energy, ringed with lucky clouds, peaceful and untouched.

Now every trace of that calm was gone.

Demonic aura, thick and heavy as spilled ink, poured down from the highest heavens.

It came like a surging black flood, crashing over the entire city without pause.

Dark red demonic aura twisted together with the clouds and churned across the sky.

It turned into one savage ghost face after another, all of them howling without a sound, until the clear bright heavens were completely swallowed up.

The sunlight was cut off entirely.

All that remained between heaven and earth was a dark crimson gloom so heavy it pressed down on everything, as if the end of the world had arrived, and even the air carried a ruinous presence that made the chest tighten.

High above the horizon, the Demon Dragon host packed the sky so densely it looked like a black cloud big enough to blot out the world.

It stretched across the heavens over Cloudhaven City.

Every Demon Dragon was massive.

Its scales looked forged from blood-red black iron, flashing with a cold, vicious gleam across its hide and over its twisted dragon head.

Pairs of scarlet eyes stayed locked on the shattered city below.

Black dragon breath spilled from their mouths, and every beat of those enormous wings sent wild gusts screaming across the ground, hurling broken stone and ash into the air.

Thousands of Demon Dragons held formation in neat ranks.

Their combined presence rolled across heaven and earth, gathering into a force terrifying enough to crush every living thing in its path.

Just by standing there, they drove every living being in Cloudhaven City into a shudder that seemed to come from the soul itself.

Even breathing had turned hard.

Darian stood at the very front of the Demon Dragon host.

His figure was straight as a spear, and demonic aura boiled around him, turning into wave after wave of black air that circled his body.

He kept his head raised, his gaze sharp as a hawk's as it swept over every corner of Cloudhaven City below with guarded weight.

From the broken city walls, to the silent streets, to the city lord mansion still standing through it all, he missed nothing.

As one of the top experts of the Demon Dragon Clan, Darian knew exactly what this standoff meant today.

The young man in black beside him was someone who could overturn the entire balance of the celestial realm.

And the young man in the city, the one about to come out of seclusion, was Jared—the Dragon Emperor who had once crushed an entire era beneath him.

The grudge between those two had been tangled across several lifetimes already.

It would not end until one of them died.

He did not dare slack off for even a second.

The demonic aura around him stayed right on the edge of eruption, his hands tightened without a sound, and the demonic essence inside him roared through his body, ready for anything that might happen at any moment.

Even if the people in the city were already spent to the last drop, he still would not underestimate a single person standing guard at Jared's side.

Every one of them had shown terrifying grit and nerve on the battlefield before.

Not far from Darian's side, Skylar stood with his hands behind his back.

His pure black robe moved on its own, brushing lightly under the force of the howling wind and the rolling demonic aura, untouched by even a trace of dust.

He stood tall and straight.

Everything about him came off distant and cold, like he existed outside this upheaval between heaven and earth.

The demonic aura churning around him, the savage Demon Dragons, the air of despair hanging over the city—none of it left the slightest ripple on him.

She turned her head and looked at Skylar beside her. His face still gave nothing away.

"Junior, why are we waiting here? Do the people in this city have anything to do with us?"

At that, the corner of Skylar's mouth lifted just a little. His eyes never left the city lord mansion.

"Senior, we're not waiting for a city full of people. We're waiting for one person. Someone... very important to me, and very important to you too."

Josephine's brows pulled tighter.

"Important? I don't remember this city at all. I don't remember any of this."

"It doesn't matter."

Skylar spoke in the same mild voice, gentle but carrying a certainty that left no room to push back.

"Once he comes out, you'll understand."

Josephine didn't ask anything else. She only looked back toward Cloudhaven City, while that strange pull inside her grew stronger and stronger.

On the walls of Cloudhaven City, the pressure had thickened until it nearly smothered everything.

Roland was covered in blood. Golden dragon blood had soaked through his clothes and kept dripping from the gaps in his armor, pooling on the brick beneath his feet in glaring puddles.

The longsword in his hand had broken long ago. Only half the cracked blade remained, and he jammed it hard into the ground to hold up a body that looked ready to give way at any second.

His injuries were severe. The damage to the meridians throughout his body was already grave, the bloodline of the Sky Dragon Clan inside him thrown into chaos, and the draconic energy that had once blazed with golden light had now dimmed to a weak, fading glow.

Every breath pulled at the wounds inside Roland's body and tore through him all over again. Cold sweat kept beading on his forehead, mixing with blood as it ran down his face.

Even so, he kept his back straight. His eyes burned as he stared at the black-clad figure in the sky, without giving an inch.

He knew exactly what kind of thing he was facing. The black-clad young man before him had already reached a level of strength so monstrous it almost defied thought.

Even a Godric powerhouse from the Celestial Palace had been badly wounded by a single strike and forced to flee in disgrace. In the entire celestial realm, there was hardly anyone left who could stand against his edge.