Jared chance novel Chapter 6426

"Marshal Stone stopped where he was and did not press the advantage.

Instead, he slowly worked the tendons and bones of his wrist. Light moved over his dark-gold skin, and the aura of his flesh remained steady, whole, and undamaged."

His gaze swept over Jared with open contempt, his tone packed with scorn. "That's all you've got? With that pitiful bit of skill, you dared come challenge the dignity of the celestials and force your way into Northern Abyss Gaol? Ridiculous."

"While Jared and Marshal Stone clashed head-on in a bloody battle of fists and sword, on the other side of the Ancient Battlefield, Gwendolyn's deadly contest with Marshal Grey had already erupted in full.

Killing intent hid beneath every step, and each move carried a danger that could not be taken lightly."

"All his life, Marshal Grey had never fought by closing in and trading blows.

He did not collide with brute force head-on. That was a battle instinct carved into his bones."

"He looked down on crossing blades with an enemy directly.

His battlefield had never been in open fists and visible footwork. It lay inside the formation, within illusions, deep in the spirit—killing without shape, defeating enemies without sound, vicious and hard to guard against."

"Gwendolyn knew how many schemes he had at his disposal.

She gave him no chance to set up a formation, gather power, or disturb her spirit. The moment she struck, she used a killing move at full force."

"Her wrist snapped.

Cold light surged along the Frostbrand, and an Ice-Seal blade-flare condensed to the limit tore through the air at terrifying speed. It went straight for Marshal Grey's throat, the angle viciously tricky, the frost energy biting to the bone."

"Where the blade-flare passed, the air froze instantly.

Fine ice crystals drifted down in a soft rush, and frost energy spread across the Wastelands, cutting off the space he could use to dodge."

"But at the very instant the blade-flare was about to reach him, an invisible silver barrier suddenly appeared in midair.

A faint glow flowed across it, and the barrier held with startling resilience."

Bzzzz—

"A low, vibrating boom rolled out.

The Ice-Seal blade-flare slammed hard into the barrier, bursting into a blinding glare as frost energy spilled in every direction.

In the end, it thinned away little by little, failing to touch even a hair of Marshal Grey."

"Marshal Grey stood still at the core of the array eye.

His fly-whisk swayed lightly in his hand, his face unhurried, while a cold smile sat deep in his eyes."

"The last heir of the Frost Deity Branch. Your talent really does stand out, and your frostcraft is blessed by nature itself. Your reputation was not empty."

"Too bad. The moment you stepped into the depths of my Ninefold Malison, you became a bird in a cage. No matter how strong your combat power is, no matter how fast your sword moves, you have nowhere to use it. All you can do is wait here for death."

"As the last word fell, force snapped through his wrist.

The Firmament Snare's whisk whipped through the air at high speed, and the array patterns flared fully awake."

"Inside the great array, illusions multiplied in waves.

The sky spun. The earth seemed to roll. Everything around her twisted and changed in an instant.

The Wastelands battlefield became a boundless ice-sealed illusion, and countless remnant-soul phantoms of prisoners who had died miserably in the prison howled as they lunged in, clawing at the mind."

"At the same time, countless sharp silver blades of light shot in from every direction.

Each blade carried the full killing energy of True Immortal Realm Level Nine. They fell dense as rain, sealed every angle, and slashed together toward Gwendolyn's vital points."

"Gwendolyn's face stayed cold and unchanged.

Her mind held firm, untouched by the illusions pressing in around her."

"The Frostbrand in her hand moved fast, carving out a round, heavy ice-blue radiant barrier.

The barrier closed around her body, tight enough that not a single gap showed."

"Ice crystals formed across the surface of the radiant barrier.

Frost energy wrapped her like armor, blocking every incoming silver blade of light outside it, while the clang of impact rang on without end."

"But there were too many blades.

The assault came one wave after another, with no pause at all."

"Cracks spread rapidly across the radiant barrier.

Fine lines webbed over it like spider silk, leaving it one breath from breaking."

"She had no choice but to keep driving spiritual power through her body, feeding the barrier and forcing it stronger.

The spiritual power in her spirit well drained away at terrifying speed. Her meridians grew sore and weak, fine sweat slowly beaded across her forehead, and the weight pressing down on her rose sharply."

"Whitebound Dominion!"

"Gwendolyn's voice came out low and hard.

She unleashed a wide-range frostcraft."

"A vast, bone-cutting cold tide surged wildly out of her body.

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