A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6275

He slashed out with one sword strike and collided head-on with all six bone blades at the same time.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Six metallic crashes rang out almost at once, shaking the air around them until it quivered.

The impact left Jared's sword hand numb, and the Dragonslayer Sword nearly flew out of his grasp.

But the three-headed skeleton was driven back several steps too.

"Move!" Gwendolyn caught Jared and pulled him through the opening the skeleton had just been forced to leave.

The two of them threw everything they had into it and ran wildly toward the depths of the Ancient Battlefield.

Behind them, dozens of giant skeletons kept coming without letting up.

Every step they took made the ground shudder.

After running for who knew how long, the pursuers behind them finally began to fall farther and farther back.

The skeletons seemed to have territories of their own. Once Jared and Gwendolyn crossed a certain line, the things stopped chasing them.

They stood along that invisible boundary, the ghostly green fire in their eye sockets flickering a few times.

Then they slowly turned and went back to the places where they had originally lain asleep.

Jared and Gwendolyn finally stopped.

Both of them bent forward, dragging in huge breaths.

Both of them had taken hits.

A bone blade had sliced open Jared's left arm, and blood ran down his wrist in steady drops.

There was still blood at the corner of Gwendolyn's mouth.

Her face looked even paler than usual.

"You're hurt."

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

Gwendolyn wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked into the distance.

"We're almost there."

Jared followed her gaze.

The land ahead had changed.

It was no longer one flat stretch of plain. A massive basin opened up in front of them instead.

Steep cliffs ringed the edge of the basin.

Those cliffs were packed with dense cracks, like marks gouged out by a giant's fingers.

And at the bottom of the basin...

Jared sucked in a cold breath.

At the bottom of the basin was a sea.

A sea made of ghostfire.

Ghostly green flames churned, burned, and roared across the bottom of the basin.

They covered the entire place, stretching so far that Jared couldn't see the end of them.

The flames burned so hot that even from thousands of yards away, Jared could still feel that searing heat washing straight into his face.

And at the exact center of the Sea of the Dead, there was a lone isle.

It wasn't large. At most, it stretched a few hundred yards across.

There were no skeletons on the isle. No broken weapons either. There was only a stone dais.

Resting on that stone dais was a pearl the size of a fist.

Its color kept changing. One moment it was gold, the next black, then ice-blue, then clear and colorless.

Every time it changed, a visible ring of ripples spread out from the pearl and swept across the entire Sea of the Dead.

Where those ripples passed, the ghostfire snuffed out for a brief instant, then flared back to life again.

"What is that?" Jared asked.

Gwendolyn stared at the pearl, and the look in her eyes burned like twin flames.

"The root of the Frost Deity Branch. The Heart of the Northern Abyss."

Her voice shook, as if something buried for ten thousand years was finally forcing its way out.

"The Frost Deity Branch bloodline came from Aldric. And the core of Aldric's power is this pearl he left behind after death.

"If we can get it, the Ice God Bloodline will be truly strengthened. It won't need any outside force to sustain it anymore."

She turned to Jared, and for just a moment, a trace of appeal flashed through her eyes.

"Help me get it."

Jared stared at the Sea of the Dead, his brows pulled tight.

"How are we supposed to get through that Sea of Flame?"

Gwendolyn reached into her clothes and took out an ice-blue talisman.

Its surface was packed with dense runes, and a bone-deep chill poured off it.

"This is the Ice-Seal Talisman our Frost Deity Branch ancestors left behind.

It can open the passage through the ghostfire. But it only lasts for thirty breaths. Within those thirty breaths, we have to cross the Sea of Flame and reach the isle."

"Thirty breaths?"

Jared measured the distance with a quick look.

From the edge of the cliff to the isle, it was at least several thousand yards.

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