The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6454

"Venerable Frostgrave understood in the same instant.

He did not waste even a breath. He tore himself free of the clash at once, swept in behind Venerable Emberlain, and fled at full speed beside him as the two joined forces again to break through."

"Elder Pennyworth and Elder Leary exchanged one look.

The meaning struck them at once. Both men barked out sharp orders and launched after them, keeping tight on their heels."

"Farther off, Elder Rowe and Elder Sunter, who had failed to seize the relic, wheeled back at the sound.

Four streaks of golden light closed in again, locking back into a killing pursuit that threatened to encircle them."

"Six streaking figures raced across the Wastelands once more.

They tore through the open air at terrifying speed, and the sound of their passage split the sky like thunder."

"Venerable Emberlain's wounds worsened with every passing moment.

Each step through the air drove tearing pain through his chest. Blood and qi churned without stopping, his aura thinned by the second, and the speed of his movement kept dropping where anyone could see it."

"Venerable Frostgrave had been fighting without pause.

His spiritual power had nearly run dry. Blood kept pouring from the wounds across his body, and his silver robe had long since grown heavy with it. His strength had been pushed to the last edge."

"The two of them ran shoulder to shoulder.

But the lamp had already burned down to its final drop of oil."

"The Wastelands ahead stretched on without end.

Behind them, killing intent rose like a storm tide. There was no room left to maneuver, not even half a step."

"Venerable Emberlain forced himself onward while sending a low voice through transmission. The words came rough, scraped thin by the run and the wounds.

""No good. My spiritual power is gone, and the injuries are tearing open. We can't outrun them."""

"Venerable Frostgrave went silent for a moment.

His silver eyes swept over the four streaks of golden radiance pressing in from behind, and when he answered, his voice stayed level, each word set in place.

""If we can't run, then we stop running. Halt. Fight to the death."""

"Their fleeing lights died at the same time.

Side by side, they turned and stood firm upon the Wastelands, facing the four Golden Immortal adepts closing around them. Neither man stepped back. Neither one gave the enemy so much as a flinch. All that remained was the decision to fight until there was nothing left."

"Venerable Emberlain said nothing more.

He lifted his hand without hesitation and forced the Soul-Vault Pearl from his palm into Venerable Frostgrave's hand."

"His voice dropped, each word carrying its own weight.

""Your body is still intact. You still have spiritual power left. You're faster than me. Take the Soul-Vault Pearl and go. I'll stay behind, hold them off with my life, and buy you the time to get out."""

"Venerable Frostgrave gave the smallest shake of his head.

His answer left no opening.

""If we leave, we leave together. We've stood side by side until now. Neither of us lives alone."""

"We can't leave." Venerable Emberlain gave a broken smile, his eyes carrying the quiet of a man who had accepted the end and the hard edge of one who still could not bow to it. "My injuries are too heavy. My cultivation foundation is damaged. I've already reached the end. Even if I escape, I won't live past three days. Staying here and dying in battle would be cleaner."

"Take the relic and get out. Find a hidden master beyond the world who can refine it, and protect this chance. If one day the chance comes, repay them for my death today."

"Venerable Frostgrave had no time to persuade him again.

Venerable Emberlain had already turned around. Scarlet saintfire erupted around him, suddenly raging out of control, and towering flames climbed into the sky, staining half the skies above the Wastelands red."

"He held nothing back now.

He no longer spared his own life. He detonated half of his nascence-wrought spiritual power outright, burned his lifespan and potential, and overdrawn his Golden Immortal foundation, forcibly dragging his cultivation from Golden Immortal Level One up to Golden Immortal Level Two for a brief span of time."

"Flames burned over his body.

His aura surged wildly. His will to fight towered with it."

"Elder Rowe's brows drew tight at the sight, and his face turned grave. His warning came in a heavy voice to the others.

""He's staking his life on this. He's burning his nascence lifespan, and his burst power will be extreme. Don't clash with him head-on. Spread out on four sides, move around him, keep him surrounded, and wear him to death. Do not meet him directly!"""

"The four Golden Immortals split apart in an instant.

They took positions on all four sides, their spiritual power held ready, pressing in from east, south, west, and north at the same time. They struck in turns, refusing to meet Venerable Emberlain's charge head-on, using only a grinding war of attrition to cut him down little by little."

"Venerable Emberlain's eyes burned red.

He threw himself forward with no regard for anything else, and the saintfire in his hand condensed into a long saber."

"Every slash poured out the last strength of his life.

Every strike carried the resolve to drag the enemy down with him. Blade after blade gambled everything. Move after move wagered his life. Blazing firelight crossed and recrossed the field, and he forcibly held back the four men's rotating assault."

"Wild shock waves of spiritual power blasted out in every direction.

The dead grass across the Wastelands burned away in sheets of ash, and the ground split open into a dense web of gullies."

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