The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6686

"Fight them!"

"We die either way. Might as well drag a few down with us!"

"Demonic cultivators never bow!"

Nearly ten thousand demonic cultivators roared together.

Their voices rolled across the ice field like a pack of wolves howling at the moon, fierce and desperate.

They rushed toward the oncoming celestials and humans. Their arcane implements flashed coldly beneath the moonlight, and every pair of eyes burned with the fire of men ready to die.

The battle reached its fiercest point in an instant.

Blades and sword-lights filled the ice field.

Flesh tore. Blood flew.

Screams, battle cries, and the clash of arcane implements tangled together into a brutal battlefield symphony, every note paid for with a life.

Golden blood and dark-red blood mixed across the ice, flowing into strange patterns that gleamed eerily under the moon.

Beneath that cold light, every face carried madness and killing intent.

The celestials had fanaticism.

The humans had greed.

The demonic cultivators had resolve.

Three completely different emotions collided, tore at one another, and burned on the same battlefield.

Every figure fought for what he believed in.

No one retreated.

No one hesitated.

Master Veridian struck too.

His hunched figure suddenly exploded into motion beneath the moonlight. Blue-green light poured from his withered palm, turning into huge palm prints that smashed toward the human cultivators trying to attack from the flank.

His movements looked careless, almost lazy.

Yet every palm carried the terrifying force of a peak Golden Immortal Level Eight expert.

Those struck by him either spat blood and flew backward or died on the spot before they could even scream.

"Hahaha! These old bones finally get to move today!"

Master Veridian laughed, his voice bright with a pleasure he had not felt in a long time.

"Come on, you little scraps. Show me what you have. You crooked little weeds dare come after me? I have killed more men than you have eaten meals."

He moved through the enemy like an old tiger stirred from sleep.

Blue-green palm prints fell again and again.

Each impact took several lives.

There was still a smile on his face, but his cloudy eyes had turned serious.

He knew this battle was more dangerous than any he had faced in years.

Gwendolyn stood near the front of the demonic cultivators.

Her ice-blue hair shone coldly under the moon.

Her face was pale as snow, yet her icy-blue eyes were colder than the ice beneath her feet.

Jared was fighting in blood ahead of her.

She could not become his burden.

Cold energy poured from her fingertips, turning into countless needles thinner than ox hair. They shot forward like a storm.

The ice needles pierced the air with sharp whistles, sinking densely into human and celestial cultivators alike.

Anyone struck by them slowed at once.

White frost spread over their skin.

In the next breath, they froze into glittering ice sculptures.

Moonlight struck the sculptures and reflected diamond-like brilliance.

Gwendolyn flicked one finger.

A crisp sound rang through the battlefield.

The ice statues shattered into fine crystals and scattered over the ground like a rain of broken gems.

"Gwendolyn, cover them!" Jared's voice came from the front, sharp with the urgency of battle.

"All right!"

Determination rang in her voice.

Her hands formed seals quickly, each movement drawing an icy-blue trace through the moonlight.

Cold gathered before her.

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