The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6041

"That’s a Corpsefiend Dracolisk born right here in the Godgrave Mountains!" Luther breathed, excitement cutting through his whisper.

He added under his breath, "Years of drinking in death energy and ancient wraiths have mutated it. Its strength rivals High Immortal Realm Level Six, and that hide is nearly impenetrable."

The monster caught the scent of living flesh.

Slowly its massive head lifted, crimson pupils locking onto the two intruders while fresh saliva fell in thicker ropes.

"It’s guarding something," Jared said, voice low but certain.

His stare fixed beneath the statue’s base where a pinprick of ghostly light flickered like an eye.

Luther followed the look and nearly vibrated. "A Ghost Clan relic, maybe! Mr. Jared, if we—"

He never finished. The Corpsefiend Dracolisk lunged.

For all its bulk it moved like an arrow, dark-red scales blurring as it tore across several dozen feet in a heartbeat.

The tail—bristling with bone spikes—whipped sideways like a siege ram, the air itself screaming at its passage.

"Back!" Jared barked, yanking Luther into sudden retreat.

Both men flashed rearward, feet barely skimming the dusty floor.

Boom! The tail smashed the spot they had occupied, blasting a crater and hurling shards of stone in every direction.

The massive tail slammed the spot where they had stood, blowing a deep pit into the floor and spraying stone shards.

The violent shockwave made the whole stone hall tremble; dust sifted down in sheets.

Thwarted, the Corpsefiend Dracolisk grew even more frenzied; it threw its jaws wide and spewed a dark-red breath of death.

Where that breath swept, even space itself corroded, webbed with fine black cracks.

Jared’s gaze tightened; instead of dodging, he planted his feet, lifted his palm, and shoved the air ahead.

Chaotic force burst from that hand, swirling into a broad gray shield that locked itself in front of him.

The shield hissed, a sharp "tss-tss-tss" ripping through the hall.

The dracolisk’s death breath hammered the barrier, throwing off a shrill, corroding screech.

Breath that could chew through steel met the chaotic shield and unraveled, its toxic haze shredded and swallowed in a blink.

The Corpsefiend Dracolisk’s crimson eyes flickered with confusion, unable to grasp why its breath had failed.

Yet it did not hesitate; the hulking body lunged again, claws, bone spines, and that wrecking-ball tail sweeping toward Jared in one murderous surge.

"Luther, get the relic. I’ll handle the beast."

Speaking with the same calm, he flickered forward and met the dracolisk head-on.

Luther, trusting Jared’s strength, spared no words; his form dissolved into a ribbon of black smoke that slid toward the statue’s base.

The dracolisk spotted the intruder near its prize and exploded in fresh rage, beginning to pivot—yet Jared was already in its face.

"Your fight is with me."

Jared said it without heat; his right hand formed two straightened fingers, chaotic force gathering as he stabbed at the dracolisk’s brow.

The strike looked almost casual, yet it carried the annihilating edge of chaotic force and flashed out faster than lightning.

Instinct screamed; the dracolisk jerked its skull off-line and swung a foreclaw down toward Jared in the same breath.

A wet pop split the air.

The Chaos Shatterfinger skimmed the beast’s scalp, carving a deep trough through its hardened scales; gray energy clung to the wound like a cancer and burrowed inward.

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