The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6049

Jared shook his head, voice hoarse. "I’m not leaving."

"You have to!"

King Ironhide bellowed, "You’re the beast race’s hope! If you live, the celestials will never sleep easy. If you live, our people still have a future!"

He stared into Jared’s eyes, every line of his face pleading. "Brother, I’m begging you. Go!"

The fearless resolve inside those eyes stabbed Jared’s heart harder than any blade.

He understood—King Ironhide had already traded his own life in his mind.

Luther whispered, "Mr. Jared, we should leave."

His breath rattled. "Keep the green hills, and we’ll have firewood someday."

Far off, fresh celestial banners crested the ridge. Their leader radiated the pressure of High Immortal Realm Level Seven, a stranger drawn from some distant province.

Stay any longer and every road would close forever.

Jared clenched his jaw, burned King Ironhide’s face into memory, and said, "King Ironhide… take care!"

He recalled Lucky, slung Luther’s arm over his own shoulder, and shot toward the depths of Skyfiend Gorge as a streak of gray light.

"Think you can flee? Not that easy!" Beast-Quelling Venerable snorted and launched after them himself.

King Ironhide laughed, the sound wild and bright, then let his body swell to its full size.

A bear thirty yards tall planted two hind paws in the dirt and blocked the venerable’s path.

"Old bastard! Your opponent is me!"

"Courting death!"

The venerable’s fist, wrapped in auric flame, smashed forward.

King Ironhide did not dodge. He met the blow chest-on, ribs cracking, while his massive paw slammed sideways toward the venerable’s neck.

Life for life—it worked. For the moment, he pinned the venerable in place.

Around them, surviving beast warriors ignited every reserve they had, throwing their bodies into the tide to buy Jared a few more breaths.

Jared half dragged, half carried Luther back into the cavern and skidded to a halt before the ruined teleport array.

Luther knelt despite shaking legs and began re-threading broken sigils. Jared stood in the mouth of the cave, cutting down every pursuing soldier who dared step inside.

One stick of incense later, the array breathed to life, a pale, trembling glow outlining the stone insets.

"Mr. Jared, it will barely work," Luther said, voice tight. "It can send only two people, and I can’t tell where it will land!"

Luther urged, panic breaking through his composure.

Jared looked back toward the valley. Beast warriors fell one after another, crimson pooling beneath collapsed bodies.

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