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.

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