The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5930

Inside that zone, every wraith's lunge slowed to the crawl of molasses, as though time itself had become a pit of tar.

The trio of Wraith Kings sensed the horror first. They thrashed like beasts trapped in quicksand, yet the gray domain bore a will of its own, an unseen gravity that dragged their massive shadows to a standstill.

Meanwhile, Jared's complexion blanched by the heartbeat. Veins rose across his temples, and a ribbon of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth. For someone at his current cultivation level, forcing the technique Chaos Origin—Return to the Void exacted a brutal price.

Yet he refused to yield. Teeth grinding, he flipped his hands, shattered the previous seal, and wove a fiercer one in its place.

"Return!"

At the command, the murky field imploded with a thunderous sigh, racing inward toward Jared.

Like a soap bubble pricked by a pin, the hundred-foot expanse collapsed into his open palm, condensing into a fist-sized orb of swirling, gun-metal mist.

Within that dim sphere, countless miniature wraith silhouettes clawed and howled, their cries muffled as if beneath miles of water.

Outside, the swarm that had moments ago carpeted the valley was simply gone.

They were not slain; they had been devoured whole, dragged screaming into the newborn chaos orb.

An uncanny hush spread across the gorge, so profound it felt sacrilegious to breathe.

Winslow, Leopold, and Selina stared at the slowly rotating orb in Jared's hand, then at the now-vacant valley. For several seconds, words abandoned them.

Vermilion Demon Lord and Gerald had by then finished their own fights and returned to Jared's flank, shock and grave respect mingling in their eyes.

"Jared, that move you just—" Vermilion Demon Lord began, then stopped, unable to find language big enough.

Jared answered with a weary smile and loosened his fingers. The chaos orb unraveled like smoke. As it faded, what remained of the compressed wraiths dissolved into pure, silvery soul energy that dispersed on the wind.

His knees buckled, but thankfully, Gerald caught him before he could fall.

"I overdid it," Jared muttered, the words thin.

Gerald pressed a heated palm to Jared's spine, pouring refined earth fire energy into his meridians. "This divine power is undoubtedly mighty, but the energy drain far exceeds what you can endure," the elder said, voice low but stern. "Unless desperation forces your hand, do not use it again."

Jared nodded and folded into a seated pose, drawing breath, letting his aura knit itself together.

In that fleeting instant of casting, he had felt his soul, his celestial energy, even his life itself yanked toward emptiness like dust toward a black hole.

Had the chaotic celestial energy and the regenerative might of the Golden Dragon Bloodline not answered, he would have been a husk before the divine power was completed.

Power and methods of this caliber have already leapt far beyond the bounds of an ordinary Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Three cultivator. Jared Chance is no ordinary man!

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