Jared chance novel Chapter 6319

Jared didn't dodge.

He lifted his right hand, and a ball of chaos-flame gathered in his palm.

Violet radiance and golden flame twisted together, glaringly bright against the darkness on the valley floor.

The instant the chaos-flame appeared, the thick fog around them started churning violently, like it had run into its natural enemy.

Under the searing burn of the chaos-flame, the fog let out sharp sizzling sounds and quickly evaporated away.

A flash of fear streaked through the Blackscale Beast's eyes.

It felt it clearly now. That ball of flame could kill it.

For thousands of years, the Blackscale Beast had never once tasted fear.

It had killed True Immortal Realm Level Five cultivators. It had killed True Immortal Realm Level Six cultivators. It had even fought a True Immortal Realm Level Seven cultivator before. It couldn't win that fight, but even then, its life had never truly been in danger.

But right then, death had brushed up against it.

And by then, it was already too late to pull back.

Its claw had already come crashing down.

Jared thrust the chaos-flame from his hand.

The flame didn't twist into a fire snake.

It became a Fire Dragon outright.

The Fire Dragon stretched dozens of yards long. Purple light and golden fire ran through its whole body, and its scales, horns, whiskers, and claws looked almost alive.

It threw open its jaws and let out a silent roar as it lunged at the Blackscale Beast.

The Fire Dragon slammed into the Blackscale Beast's descending claw.

There was no explosion.

There was no thunderous impact.

In front of the chaos-flame, the Blackscale Beast's claw was no sturdier than paper.

Its five blade-like talons turned to ash in an instant. Then the claw went. Then the forearm. Then the shoulder.

The Fire Dragon bored into its body and tore through its flesh from the inside.

Black scales peeled away one after another, and every scale that fell burst into flame midair before crumbling into ash.

Its flesh charred black in the fire. Its bones burned until they started snapping and crackling like a string of firecrackers.

The Blackscale Beast's blood wasn't red.

It was black, like black ink.

The moment that black blood spilled out, the chaos-flame vaporized it, and a thick burnt stench spread through the air.

The Blackscale Beast let out a shrill, ragged screech.

That cry came apart under the weight of pain, fear, and despair.

Its body started breaking apart. From the right claw, cracks raced across the rest of it.

Violet flame burned inside every crack, destroying its flesh inch by inch.

It tried to run, but its body had already stopped obeying it.

Its limbs burned away in the chaos-flame.

Its torso was punched through.

Its head was swallowed whole.

In less than three breaths, that True Immortal Realm Level Six spirit beast had turned into a pile of ash.

The ash drifted to the ground and mixed into the scorched earth until there was no separating one from the other.

Jared drew back the flame, then crouched and carefully picked the soulbind herb.

He didn't dare use too much force.

He was afraid of damaging the roots.

He wrapped his fingers in chaotic force, lightly pinched the root, and slowly pulled upward.

The soulbind herb's roots ran deep, a full 1 foot long.

The root fibers were packed thick together, like a bundle of silver-white threads.

He pulled the whole herb out, roots and all, and put it into his Storage Ring.

Then he rose to his feet, ready to leave.

Right then, he heard footsteps.

"Someone broke into the Soul Abyss!"

"Quick! Notify the Elder!"

"Seal the exit! Don't let him get away!"

Jared looked up and saw dozens of golden motes appear above the gorge.

That was the holy radiance of celestial cultivators, glaringly bright in the thick fog.

They had found the damaged ward and followed the trail all the way down to the valley floor.

Jared didn't flinch.

He stood on the valley floor and waited for them to come down.

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