A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6682

When Jared walked out of the Emperorfall Expanse, night had settled over the ice field.

The sky was deep purple.

Silver stars scattered across it like shattered diamonds, and cold moonlight washed the ice in a pale glow.

Nearly ten thousand demonic cultivators were still gathered outside.

Campfires flickered in the wind, lighting tired faces one after another.

Gwendolyn had been standing near the edge of the field, watching the rift without moving.

The moment Jared appeared, her icy-blue eyes brightened.

She hurried toward him, relief and worry breaking through her calm.

"Jared! You are back."

Jared looked at the concern in her eyes and the faint moisture gathering there.

Warmth moved through his chest.

He took her hand.

Their palms met, and warmth passed between them.

"I am back."

His voice carried exhaustion, but it was steady.

Gwendolyn held his hand tightly, as if afraid he might disappear again.

Her eyes moved over him, checking for injuries. Only after making sure he was safe did she breathe out.

"Did you find Josephine?"

Jared was silent for a moment.

A complicated light flashed through his violet eyes.

"I found her. But she left."

Gwendolyn's hand tightened slightly around his.

"At least she is safe."

Master Veridian wandered over with a dry blade of grass in his mouth.

He looked Jared up and down, and sharpness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Then he grinned.

"Golden Immortal Level Two. Not bad at all. I knew the Emperorfall Expanse would not kill you. It even gave you a promotion."

Caiden hurried over. His injuries had improved considerably. The bandage across his chest had been changed, and although his face was still pale, light had returned to his eyes. When he felt how much stronger Jared's aura had become, surprise lit his face. "Mr. Chance, you broke through to Golden Immortal Level Two?"

"Yeah." Jared nodded. "I found some law-resonance essence left behind by an Immortal Emperor. I got lucky."

Caiden smiled with genuine relief. "That's excellent. The stronger you become, Mr. Chance, the safer the rest of us are."

Jared nodded and was about to answer.

Then his brows tightened.

His spirit sense had caught something.

Far across the horizon, countless auras were rushing toward them.

Dense.

Chaotic.

Numerous enough to make even Jared's gaze grow solemn.

"Someone is coming."

His voice lowered. "A lot of them."

Caiden's expression changed.

He immediately released his own spirit sense.

A moment later, his face turned ugly.

"At least tens of thousands. Human cultivators and beast clan cultivators. They are coming straight for us."

Those words struck the demonic cultivators like thunder.

Nearly ten thousand people stood at once.

Some gripped their arcane implements.

Some formed defensive lines.

Some showed fear and despair before the enemy had even arrived.

"They found us."

Some rode huge demon beast mounts.

Some wore fine robes, while others looked like wild hunters from remote lands.

Greed burned in their eyes.

Tens of thousands of people surrounded the ice field.

They closed in from every direction, forming a huge iron ring around the demonic cultivators and trapping them near the rift.

The demonic cultivators' faces turned pale.

They had fought their way out once.

They had bled and survived.

But with enemies several times their number and a clear gap in strength, helplessness pressed down again.

Gwendolyn's hand tightened.

Master Veridian spat out the blade of grass and narrowed his eyes.

Caiden's fingers trembled faintly on his sword, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm.

Only Jared remained calm.

He stood at the front, his violet eyes like a deep pool as he looked at the approaching army.

The tens of thousands of cultivators stopped about a thousand feet away.

Under the moonlight, their arcane implements shone like a forest of steel, releasing suffocating pressure.

A Golden Immortal Level Eight human cultivator stepped out from the crowd.

He was middle-aged, dressed in a teal robe. His features were square, and he carried an air of righteousness between his brows.

But greed flickered clearly in his eyes.

He held a teal longsword, and sharp sword intent flowed across the blade.

He stopped about a hundred feet from Jared and looked him over.

Then he spoke with the tone of a judge delivering a sentence.

"You are human, yet you stand with demonic cultivators. Do you know the celestials have issued a bounty order? Anyone who helps demonic cultivators is an enemy of the celestials."

His voice echoed across the ice field.