A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6688

Grand Elder Greenwood laughed.

The sound rolled over the battlefield, thick with triumph and scorn.

"Jared, I will admit one thing. You have a spine. I have lived for tens of thousands of years and crossed blades with more people than you can imagine, yet few have clung on as stubbornly as you. But can a spine keep you alive? Can it save the ants behind you? You die today. So do they."

Gold light gathered once more.

This time, it was brighter than before.

More fatal.

A pillar of gold formed in his palm. The power inside it belonged to a peak Golden Immortal Level Nine expert, and it roared toward Jared like a dragon made of sunlight.

Jared closed his eyes.

He was tired.

Tired past the edge.

His arm would not rise. His spiritual power had been squeezed dry. Even his consciousness was beginning to blur.

But there was still a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He had done everything he could.

He had not retreated.

Then a cool voice came from the distance.

"Who said he would die today?"

The voice was soft.

Yet it struck the battlefield harder than thunder.

Everyone froze.

Jared's eyes snapped open.

Disbelief flashed through his violet gaze.

Two figures stepped out of the void.

The first was a young man in a blue-black robe. Ancient demonic totems were embroidered across it, and each dark line moved with a faint, slow glow.

His face was sharp and cold. His brows carried a steadiness far beyond his age, and his eyes were deep enough to seem bottomless.

Golden Immortal Level Seven.

Yet his aura made souls tremble.

Demonic primal flame.

Deep.

Dominant.

As if it could burn everything under heaven to ash.

Skylar.

Beside him stood a woman in a scarlet dress.

The hem fluttered in the cold wind like fire dancing in open air. Her long hair streamed behind her, every strand glowing with heat like burning threads.

Flames wrapped around her body. Dark-red radiance covered her completely and released a heat that made the heart tighten.

Golden Immortal Level Seven.

But the bloodline force in her flame was extraordinary.

A fire-spirit constitution.

Fully awakened.

Josephine.

The two walked forward together.

Blue-black fire and dark-red fire reflected off each other, stretching their shadows long beneath the moon. They looked like envoys stepping out of another world.

The demonic cultivators stared.

Then they recognized Josephine.

Excitement swept through them.

The Inferno Devil Descent disciples were the first to lose control. Their eyes reddened, and their voices shook.

"The Saintess!"

"The Saintess is back!"

"She came back to save us!"

Josephine looked at the demonic cultivators calling out to her.

Complicated emotion moved through her dark-red eyes.

Then she saw Jared, wounded and covered in blood.

A strange familiarity stirred inside her heart.

She could not name it.

She could not explain it.

Grand Elder Greenwood frowned.

He looked from Skylar to Josephine, then to Jared.

A cold smile pulled at his mouth.

Skylar moved first.

He raised his right hand.

Blue-black flame gathered in his palm and became a column of fire, meeting the golden beam head-on.

The flame was dark to a frightening degree.

It looked like black magma burning with blue light, carrying an aura of destruction that pressed on the lungs.

The instant it appeared, space around it warped violently.

Even the mist rising from the ice turned to steam and billowed into the night.

Jared moved at the same time.

He forced a breath into his lungs and dragged the last of his strength from his elixir field.

The Dragonslayer Sword turned.

Violet light split out from the side, striking the golden beam where its force was thinnest.

That sword carried everything he had left.

The two attacks hit together.

Boom.

The blast shook the ice field.

The golden beam broke apart under the combined strike, scattering into countless specks of light.

The shock wave tore open a huge pit in the ice. Cracks spread from its edge like a web.

Broken ice and stone flew in every direction, forcing nearby cultivators to retreat again and again.

Grand Elder Greenwood was knocked back several steps.

Each step crushed a deep mark into the ice.

His expression changed slightly.

For the first time, he looked at Skylar with real seriousness.

He could feel the force hidden inside that blue-black flame.

Skylar was only Golden Immortal Level Seven, but the flame's destructive power was not beneath Golden Immortal Level Nine.

It felt like fire from the deepest layer of the underworld, old, savage, and eager to burn everything.

Jared's chaotic force was just as troublesome.

His realm was low, but chaotic force was the source of all laws. At every critical point, it found the flaw in Greenwood's attacks and bit into it like a snake striking a vital vein.

Together, these two could actually hold him off.