Jared chance novel Chapter 6243

Skylar still didn't answer right away.

After a stretch of silence, he finally spoke. His voice carried nothing at all. "You said you want to submit to me?"

Godric nodded so hard it was almost frantic. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm willing to submit. I'll be loyal forever. I'll go wherever you send me!"

The corner of Skylar's mouth lifted.

It wasn't much. Just a thin curve, cold and cruel.

Then his eyes turned glacial, stripped of even the slightest trace of warmth, and he said each word slowly. "But I don't need dogs."

The words hit Godric like a thunderclap right beside his ear.

Everything on his face froze at once. The pleading. The last bit of hope. Even the smile he had forced out locked in place. He stared ahead, blank and hollow, like the line had ripped the life right out of him.

Before Godric could react, Skylar slowly raised his right hand.

A thread of black demonic flame rose from his palm, dark as spilled ink.

The flame looked weak.

It wasn't.

The moment it appeared, the air around it started hissing as it burned. Space itself gave a faint, warped twist, and a pressure with the force to wreck the world rolled across the entire place in an instant.

"The Lord of the Basilica. A True Immortal Realm expert..."

Skylar repeated the words softly.

There was a faint trace of mockery in it, and less than that of respect. "You think someone like you is worthy of submitting to me? You think you even have that qualification?"

All color drained from Godric's face.

He shook harder than before. His mouth moved, trying to beg. His body strained, trying to get up and run. But under Skylar's pressure, every part of him had locked solid. He couldn't move. He couldn't even force out a full word.

Only a thin, broken whimper slipped from his throat.

"Senior! Spare me! Please spare me! I... I won't dare again!"

Godric forced the words out with everything he had left.

What came out was a last, shredded plea.

But Skylar never gave him the chance to finish.

His gaze stayed flat as his right hand flicked lightly through the air.

In that instant, the black hellfire in his palm erupted like a volcano.

It turned into a black sea of fire that crashed out with a force like it could burn the sky dry and boil the sea empty, swallowing Godric and the more than 200 disciples behind him in one shot, without leaving a single blind spot.

"No!!!"

Godric let out a scream so sharp it sounded like his whole chest had ripped open.

He drove every last scrap of spiritual power left in his body into resistance.

It melted on contact with the black hellfire like ice thrown under a blazing sun. There wasn't even a trace of a fight in it.

The black hellfire tore through both his body and the spirit.

Wave after wave of pain rolled over him until he thrashed across the ground, screaming and rolling like he was trying to crawl out of his own skin.

But the flames clung to him like something that had burrowed into the bone.

No matter how hard he struggled or beat at himself, he couldn't put them out. They only burned harder.

The more than 200 disciples behind him had it even worse.

Most of them barely got a few cries out before the fire swallowed them whole, and their bodies and the spirit vanished into nothing in an instant.

In only a few breaths, Godric's screaming cut off completely.

After that, there was nothing.

The black hellfire slowly died down and scattered away.

On the open ground in front of the mountain gate, only a stretch of scorched black marks remained.

The hard dark-red earth had split and melted from the burning. Other than that, nothing was left.

Godric and those 200-plus disciples didn't leave behind a single bone or even a wisp of the spirit.

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