A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6359

At Cloudrest's city gate, everyone stood there waiting.

Everyone was there waiting.

Hadrian, Malachy, Windclear, Gwendolyn, Gideon, and the warriors who had survived.

Expectation filled their eyes.

So did worry.

The moment he saw the three of them come out, Hadrian charged up first.

"Well?"

Jared smiled.

"We did it."

Upon the city walls, the cheers hit like thunder.

At the city gate, Alaric stood and looked at the people shouting themselves hoarse.

The tears kept running down his face.

He had waited for this day for far too long.

For tens of thousands of years, his clansmen had been hunted, enslaved, and penned in.

He had long since figured he would never live to see hope.

But now, hope had finally arrived.

He turned toward Jared and bent into a deep bow.

"Mr. Chance, Moonshade Realm will never forget what you've done for us."

Jared caught him before he could stay bowed.

"Sovereign Wraithmoor, don't. I gave Lydia my word."

Then he turned and looked over everyone gathered there.

"The Tribunal's era is over. The Ghost Clan's suffering is over, too. But our fight isn't over yet."

The roaring cheers gradually died down.

"The Celestial Alliance from the Sixteenth Firmament won't let this go. They lost five people. They'll send more down here for sure. True Immortal Realm Level Nine, maybe even higher."

Every face tightened.

"So we get ready," Jared said, his voice even. "We train. We prepare for war. We raise our strength. And when they come, we make sure none of them leave."

Hadrian gripped his war axe hard.

"That's right! We make sure none of them leave!"

"Make sure none of them leave!" the beast-race warriors roared in unison.

"Make sure none of them leave!" the Ghost Clan warriors shouted as one.

"Make sure none of them leave!" the demonic cultivators yelled together.

"Make sure none of them leave!" the human cultivators howled in one voice.

Jared looked at them, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

"Good. Then let them come."

He turned and walked into the city.

Just as Jared and the others entered the city, a silhouette dropped soundlessly onto the ruins of the Skywolf Tribe.

It was a lean man in tight black clothes. Black cloth covered his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

His cultivation was at True Immortal Realm Level Six.

But his aura was faint. Faint to the point that it was almost impossible to sense.

He held a round arcane implement in his hand, and a pale silver light moved slowly across its surface.

He was a scout from the Celestial Alliance.

His codename was Shade.

Shade stood on the ruins and swept his gaze around.

He looked at the tents that had been removed, the wooden fences that had been torn down, and the dried bloodstains.

A trace of doubt flickered through his eyes.

He crouched down, touched a bit of blood on the ground with his finger, and lifted it to his nose.

"Blood from the beast race. Blood from the Ghost Clan. Demon blood. Human blood... and celestial blood," he said quietly. "The battle was brutal."

He rose to his feet and flew toward Shadow Hall.

Shadow Hall was empty.

Inside the underground palace of Shade Abyss, not a soul remained.

The hidden chamber had been cleared out.

The wards had been shut down.

"If I can't get in, then I wait," he murmured. "I wait for the people inside to come out. Sooner or later, somebody has to leave."

Shade waited for three days.

For all three of them, he lay on the low hill like a rock, motionless from beginning to end.

His presence was drawn in so completely that even his body temperature dropped until it matched the world around him.

His eyes stayed fixed on the city gate the whole time, watching the constant stream of people entering and leaving.

The beast race caravan. Ghost Clan messengers. Demon patrols. Wandering cultivators from the human race.

He memorized every face, every aura, every route they took.

On the morning of the fourth day, his chance finally came.

A squad of beast-race warriors came out of the city, escorting several wagons as they headed south.

The wagons were packed with crystals and healing elixirs. They were obviously being sent to some outpost.

Shade slipped after them without a sound.

He stayed far back. So far that the convoy had long since vanished to the naked eye, and only their aura let him keep the trail.

His concealment technique ranked among the best in the Celestial Alliance. Even a True Immortal Realm Level Eight expert would have a hard time detecting him.

The convoy traveled for about an hour before stopping inside a valley.

The beast-race warriors began unloading the cargo, carrying the crystals and healing elixirs into a hidden cave.

Shade lay flat on a distant ridgeline and watched the beast-race warriors move in and out of the cave.

As they worked, he weighed whether he should use the opening and slip inside with them.

Then, right at that moment, he caught the touch of a gaze.

It was light. So light it felt like a feather drifting onto skin.

Shade's whole body locked up in one violent instant.

He'd been spotted.

He stayed pressed to the ground without moving an inch.

Even his breathing stopped.

His concealment technique was still running. His aura was sealed away completely.

He should not have been detectable.

Then that gaze disappeared.