A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6309

Gwendolyn stood inside the barrier and watched the whole thing.

She stayed silent for a long time.

She knew Jared was strong.

But every time she saw him make a move, the impact still landed just as hard.

More than fifty Mistshade Fiends, ranging from True Immortal Realm Level Two to the fourth tier, hadn't even lasted five breaths in front of him.

Just how strong was this man?

If all of that ever came down on her, would she be able to take it?

The thought left Gwendolyn standing there a little too still.

Jared drew back the chaos-flame and turned to walk back to Gwendolyn's side.

"Let's go."

Gwendolyn didn't move.

"What is it?" Jared asked.

Gwendolyn looked at him, her face drained pale. "I can't hold on much longer."

Jared paused for a beat.

Only then did he really notice what shape she was in.

Her shield was still up, but her face had gone white as paper. Cold sweat covered her forehead, and her breathing came fast and uneven.

Jared had blocked the spirit assault from those Mistshade Fiends just now, but the aftershock had still reached her.

The Frost God's power had never been especially resistant to demonic aura to begin with. On top of that, after walking through demonic aura for so long, her spirit had already been eaten away.

"Your spirit..."

"I can still keep going for a while," Gwendolyn cut in. "But if we keep moving forward, I might not make it to Shade Abyss."

Jared said nothing for a moment.

"Then we go back. We head to Blackstone City."

"But the time..."

"We have enough time," Jared said. "Your life matters more than the schedule."

He raised a hand and sent a strand of chaotic force into Gwendolyn's body, helping her steady her spirit.

Then he turned and started toward the edge of the Blightmist Wood.

Gwendolyn followed behind him, looking at his back.

Something she couldn't put a name to rose quietly inside her.

This man always placed other people's lives above his own business.

The two of them withdrew from the Blightmist Wood and flew in the direction of Blackstone City.

Blackstone City was a small town built on a mountain of black stone. The city walls weren't high, but they were thick, and upon the city walls were carved with warding sigils.

Most of the buildings in the city were made of stone, gray and plain, with nothing that stood out.

This was one of the few neutral strongholds in the Fifteenth Firmament. It wasn't attached to any great clan, and it survived in the cracks through its own strength and flexible diplomacy.

By the time Jared and Gwendolyn reached Blackstone City, evening had already settled in.

The setting sun had stained the black stone mountain a dark, blood-red.

At the city gate, the guards caught sight of two strangers approaching and immediately went on alert.

"Stop. Who are you?"

Jared stopped. "Wandering cultivators passing through. We want to enter the city and rest for the night."

One of the guards looked him over from head to toe, then shifted his eyes past him to Gwendolyn.

After a brief pause, he stepped aside and let them through.

"Go on in. No fighting in the city. No causing trouble. Break the rules, and you're thrown out."

Jared gave a nod and walked through the city gate.

The streets inside were narrow.

On both sides, the shops sold all kinds of odds and ends—healing elixirs, arcane implements, materials, even information.

There weren't many people on the street. Most were wandering cultivators, though there were also merchants from the beast race and the demon clans.

They glanced at Jared and Gwendolyn once, then looked away.

Jared was just about to find an inn for the night when a burst of commotion suddenly broke out ahead.

"Let me go! What gives you the right to arrest people?"

"Enough crap! Shadow Hall is conducting business. Everyone else, back off!"

Jared followed the sound and looked over.

Not far from the city gate, several Demonic Cultivators in black armor had a group of wandering cultivators surrounded.

There were seven or eight wandering cultivators in the group.

At their head stood a middle-aged man in a gray robe, his features hard and steady, a True Immortal Realm Level Three cultivator.

Several younger cultivators were behind him.

Some were injured. Some had already been forced to the ground under the hands of the demonic cultivators.

There were more than a dozen demonic cultivators, and the one leading them was a captain at True Immortal Realm Level Three.

The cuirass on his body bore the mark of Shadow Hall.

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