The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6060

"High Immortal Realm!" The declaration burst out before anyone could hush it.

The wolf general gaped. "Mr. Chance has broken into the High Immortal Realm?!"

"Top Level High Immortal Realm Level One,"

Jared replied evenly. "Yet my blade can reach Level Eight, and I can still trade blows with Level Nine."

He swept his eyes across the gathering.

"Nor do I stand alone. Luther sits at Level Six, Morvane at Level Five."

"One hundred Nether City Guards are Level Four or higher. With your best warriors, we form an elite strike team."

Hope flared in Madam Nightfox's pupils. "If that is true…perhaps there really is a path."

After a short pause she inclined her head. "I will march with Mr. Chance. Four Beast Generals of Level Five remain— they will go as well."

"Good," Jared decided. "Three days from now, we strike the Beast-Quelling Hall."

The next three days passed in relentless preparation, every corner of the refuge ringing with weapons checked and spiritual power honed.

Jared handed out pills and rare materials seized from King Redstinger, King Nightbat, and King Goldtoad, urging every warrior toward a sharper edge.

For his own part he sat cross-legged, Nether Codex open, letting each breath weld fresh strength onto his new realm.

Dusk of the third day arrived. Every blade was ready, every resolve tempered.

Under the settling night, eight shadows—Jared, Luther, Morvane, Madam Nightfox, and four Beast Generals— slipped from the refuge and headed for the mountain at the heart of Epea.

One hundred Nether City Guards and three hundred Beastfolk Warriors took positions farther out, waiting to pounce the instant the head fell and confusion spread.

The Beast-Quelling Hall crowned a towering peak in the Myriad Monster Mountain Range, its slopes etched with layer on layer of celestial wards.

Night deepened, and the eight figures drifted closer, silent as drifting fog.

"Three miles ahead lies the first warning array,"

Madam Nightfox whispered. "Heaven's Eye Array—nothing concealed can pass it."

A gray gleam flickered in Jared's eyes. Chaotic force poured out, shaping a thin, mist-colored veil around the squad.

"Stay close." He stepped into the array's range without hesitation.

Scouting lights swept the gray veil, yet not a single rune stirred in alarm.

The chaotic layer smothered every trace of breath or spirit; even a Heaven's Eye found no pulse to read.

Madam Nightfox stared, shaken by the silent proof before her.

Jared's tone stayed mild. "Chaos holds everything. A detection array is nothing against it."

They cleared the first cordon and gathered at the mountain's foot.

The base bristled with vigilance—patrols every hundred steps and flying vessels sweeping the starlit air above.

"How do we reach the top?" one Beast General asked in a low growl.

Jared lifted his chin toward the distant hall; a shard of frost flashed in his eyes. "We carve our way."

Before the last syllable faded, his figure blurred into a streak of gray and shot upward.

"Enemy attack!"

Celestial guards turned at once, alarm horns splitting the night.

Yet Jared's speed shredded distance itself.

The Dragonslayer Sword sang free, and every swing laid celestials down like wheat beneath a scythe.

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