The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6146

8,000 miles away, deep in the vast mountain range.

Mountain after mountain rolled into the distance. Peaks rose over peaks. Ancient trees towered so high they blotted out the sky. Sunlight pushed through the thick canopy in broken patches, spilling over the deep layer of fallen leaves and stirring a soft rustling sound.

Mist wound through the mountains, and the air hung heavy with dampness.'

A faint scent of grass and wood drifted everywhere.

But mixed into that clean scent was something else, something so faint it almost hid itself. It carried a cold, wicked taint, sharp enough to crawl straight into the bones, along with a thick smell of blood and rot that made the skin tighten.

Jared and the other two hid inside the dense forest on one of the peaks. They pulled in every trace of their aura and crept forward like three shadows.

Jared's eyes swept across the mountains ahead, sharp as a hawk's. His spiritual soul spread out slowly, covering several hundred miles as it searched every movement in the area, not letting even the slightest clue slip by.

Luther pulled in his ghostly energy too, then lowered his voice and leaned close to Jared.'

"Mr. Chance, that Ghost Clan aura is coming from the mountain up ahead. It's getting thicker and thicker, and it's still growing. Looks like their ritual to revive the Ghost Clan expert has already reached its critical stage."

Jared looked in the direction Luther indicated.'

Not far ahead, a towering mountain stood among the clouds and mist. Its peak stabbed into the sky, its sides dropped away in steep black rock, and the whole mountain looked as if it had been soaked in blood, giving off a faint evil air.

At the very top of the mountain, a thick layer of blood-colored mist covered everything.'

Inside that mist, the outline of a massive altar could just barely be seen.

A blood-red beam rose from the altar and shot straight into the sky. The light tore through the clouds, and the evil power packed inside it was enough to make the chest go tight.

From a distance, it looked like a giant beast lying still in wait, jaws spread wide, fangs bared, pressing a suffocating weight over the whole place.

All around the altar, Celestial Palace soldiers moved in dense patrol lines. They wore black armor carved with strange runes, and a cold killing intent rolled off them.

Every one of them kept sharp eyes on the surroundings, sweeping every direction and missing nothing unusual.

A rough glance was enough to tell there were at least a thousand of them. Among them were plenty at High Immortal Realm Level Eight, and even several High Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivators stood guard around the altar.'

Their defense was airtight, like a wall of iron. Getting close to the altar would not be easy.

At the center of the altar, a huge coffin floated silently in midair. It was pitch-black from end to end, its surface covered in dense layers of strange runes.

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