The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5848

Jared regarded the charging giant with a single, almost tired glance. He extended his right index finger and, as casually as one might dismiss dust, flicked it toward the advancing bear king.

A crisp snap echoed across the basin, sharper than any bell.

Mid-stride, the Alpha Bear froze, shock widening its molten-silver eyes. It lowered its gaze to its chest as though searching for a reason its heart had turned silent.

There, a hole no wider than a man's thumb had appeared. The rim shone mirror-smooth, and no blood spilled. Flesh, bone—even the creature's very spirit—had been erased in an instant by a force beyond mortal grasp.

Thud.

The colossus toppled, kicking up a storm of frost-dust that drifted, sparkling, through the unnatural twilight.

At last, true animal instinct set in. The remaining beasts whimpered, scrambled backward, then broke in every direction—only to find the expanding tai-chi of fire and ice already enclosing them in a merciless ring.

Moments later, the dual energies dissipated, as quickly as fog on desert sands.

Stillness reclaimed the basin.

More than three hundred Frostsoul Wolves, eight Mystic Ice Giant Bears, and their fallen monarchs—every last body had vanished. No shred of hide or shard of bone remained, as though they had been dreams that morning forgotten.

Only puckered craters—first melted by flame, then flash-frozen—scarred the rink of ice, while a haunting blend of heat and chill lingered in the air, proof of the brief, brutal slaughter.

Jared lowered his arms. A hint of pallor crept across his features.

Commanding two diametrically opposed energies on such a scale would drain any Heavenly Immortal; even the chaotic celestial energy had its limits, and the expenditure had not been small.

Yet the result pleased him.

The Vermilion Demon Lord and Clara stood speechless.

What they had witnessed lay far beyond their former definition of power.

That Ice-Fire Duality Array looked less like sorcery and more like the work of fabled gods.

"Rest for awhile. We move on afterward."

He sat cross-legged, swallowed a recovery pill, and let his breathing slow until it matched the hush of falling snow.

The Vermilion Demon Lord and Clara formed a silent guard to either side, eyes sweeping the horizon. After the devastation they had just survived, no living thing dared approach the hollow for some time.

When the appointed rest ended, color had returned to Jared's cheeks. The trio set out once more.

The nearer they drew to the heart of the ice plains, the more frequent—and the more violent—their interceptions became.

After crushing a fourth ambush, this one formed by thirty celestial warriors, they reached a landscape that felt disturbingly wrong.

Ahead stretched a circular plain of glassy ice more than five hundred miles across. It mirrored the ashen sky like a dead lake turned to crystal.

Suspended above, however, lay a translucent blue membrane visible to the naked eye. Runes flowed across its surface—ancient characters that bled spatial power, locking the region within an invisible cage.

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