The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5916

"Now!"

With that, Vermilion Demon Lord thrust both hands forward, spell-weaving fingers blurring in fevered succession. A wave of dark-scarlet demonic aura burst from his palms and hardened into three monstrous ice serpents, their scales jagged with murderous frost. They shot downward like comet tails and drove toward the triangle formed by the three array banners, aiming for the very vein beneath the cavern floor.

Boom!

A thunderous detonation followed. Polar cold slammed against molten heat, and the collision screamed like metal dragged across bone. The magma lake convulsed, yet in that instant, the serpents bored into the subterranean meridians and froze the fiery current solid.

The next second, Jared sprang into action.

Instead of using the Dragonslayer Sword, he raised two fingers as a blade, gathering at their tips a thread of graying chaotic sword energy so condensed it looked carved from storm clouds caught at dusk.

His footing wavered like a drunk, yet his speed was spectral. He slipped through the gap at the heart of the three array banners, a ghost of motion even the eye resisted tracking.

Those two fingers touched the base of an iridescent crystal pillar, exactly where its roots anchored into stone.

"Break!"

The single breath of a word drifted out as lightly as falling ash, yet inside the pillar, a latticework of fractures began to proliferate with the haste of winter ice racing across a pond.

Its glowing runes dimmed. One pillar failing triggered the next, until all nine trembled in sympathetic panic. Soon, lines of molten rock on the array map faltered, reversed, and spiraled into chaos.

"Retreat!" Jared hissed the order and wheeled back up the tunnel.

The trio had barely cleared the mouth of the cavern when apocalypse roared behind them. Nine pillars detonated together, uprushing magma forming a crimson geyser that swallowed every trace of stone.

The shockwave should have levelled mountains, but the cramped tunnel throttled its fury, directing most of the violence inward where it imploded upon itself.

When the lava settled and the smoke thinned, the formation was gone. In its place yawned a crater so deep its bottom shimmered with magma trying to crawl home.

At the darkest reach of that pit, a natural staircase glimmered, descending into untouched night.

"Let's go," Jared said as he wiped fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped onto the first basalt tread.

Behind him, Vermilion Demon Lord watched the younger man's swaying yet unbowed back, a knot of emotions flickering across crimson eyes before he followed in silence.

The stairway coiled ever downward, each turn dragging them closer to the planet's molten heart. Worse still, the heat thickened until breathing felt like drinking flame.

Walls had vitrified under ages of furnace wind, becoming mirror-bright glass that distorted their reflections into wandering phantoms.

Sometimes, ancient fossils flashed behind the translucent glaze—creatures no surface scholar had ever named.

One hour later, their path was blocked again.

This time, no man-made array stood in their way, but a barrier forged by nature itself—a roaring waterfall of living lava.

Streams of dark-gold lava poured from the vaulted ceiling, spreading into a curtain dozens of yards across, heat shimmering like a killing haze. Beyond that incandescent veil flickered a jade-green glow—the aura of Jadeheart Marrow.

Alas, the lava waterfall was no inert wall as shapes swam across its surface. Countless beasts sculpted from pure fire prowled within the molten sheet. They resembled lizards but bore three heads and six clawed limbs, each body wreathed in blinding white flames.

Every one of those Lava Beasts was a guardian born by the furnace of the world to deny passage to all who dared seek the marrow beyond, and they exuded power equal to the Heavenly Immortal Realm beginner phase.

That said, what made the approach to the falls truly perilous was a buried current of geomantic gravity that pulsed through the stone like a second, darker heartbeat. Step by step, that unseen weight thickened around anyone who dared to venture closer, dragging at flesh and bone until every breath felt shackled by an invisible iron band.

Jared's wounds still throbbed. He suspected that, in his present state, he would not reach even halfway across the glowing torrent before the crushing force snapped his spine and pulped him against the molten wall.

Vermilion Demon Lord inhaled, his chest expanding like a furnace bellows. "I'll lead the way."

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