Jared chance novel Chapter 6428

"A 3-foot blade-flare of condensed ice-blue light ripped through the air.

It looked thin at first glance, almost delicate, but inside it churned deepfrost power cold enough to freeze the ages and seal all things in ice."

"Wherever the blade-flare passed, frost formed across the void.

The moving air froze solid. A white ice scar stretched behind it, one that refused to fade, and the cold it left behind cut straight to the bone."

"The silver longswords along its path touched the blade-flare and froze in an instant.

A heartbeat later, they shattered into powdery ice crystal."

"The wandering formation patterns touched the blade-flare next.

They locked in ice, snapped apart, and lost the flow of spiritual power that kept them alive. Then the thick formation wall met the same light, and it collapsed with a boom, breaking apart as frost energy spread across the entire field."

"Marshal Grey's face went suddenly white.

His spirit reeled under the blow, and he poured out his spiritual power in a frantic surge, driving the fly-whisk with everything he had. He reinforced the array eye, bracing it with his life to hold the strike back."

"But the ancient Frost-Deity final art carried a force too tyrannical to measure.

It had already gone far beyond the limits of ordinary Immortal Realm combat power. There was no stopping it."

The blade-flare struck the core array eye of the great array with perfect precision.

Boom—!

"The array eye split apart.

Silver light scattered and died. The Ninefold Malison broke like glass, layer after layer collapsing until the whole great array vanished into smoke and empty air."

"The formation had been bound to Marshal Grey's spirit.

The moment the great array was destroyed, retributive backlash force swept over him from head to toe."

"His body gave a violent shudder.

Pain drove through his chest, and a mouthful of golden blood essence burst from his lips. The internal injury was not light; his aura fell into disorder, and his combat power dropped by thirty percent."

"Gwendolyn broke free with the opening.

She paid no mind to her overdrawn spiritual power or the stabbing pain tearing through her meridians. Her figure flashed forward like a ghost, the Frostbrand aimed straight at Marshal Grey's throat. ""The formation is broken. Now it's your turn."""

Close-quarters killing had never been Marshal Grey's strength.

"He swung the fly-whisk up in a rush to block.

Metal rang against metal in a sound sharp enough to scrape the ears. The sword knocked him back several steps, his arm went numb, and he no longer dared meet her as if the distance between them would protect him."

"Gwendolyn pressed the advantage.

Her sword moved faster and faster. Layer after layer of frost energy bore down on him, sealing his retreat, stiffening his meridians, and forcing Marshal Grey back step by step until all he could do was defend, with no strength left to strike back."

"At the front of the Wastelands, the bloody battle had already dragged on for half an hour.

Both sides were drained to the last spark, their bodies covered in wounds, and the fight had turned brutal beyond words."

"Marshal Stone's Heaven's Pyre state was nearing its end.

The crimson glow over his body faded away, revealing the dark-gold color beneath."

"His nascence-wrought spiritual power had been spent in huge amounts.

Dozens of charred wounds across his body kept burning without pause. Golden blood seeped out slowly, the Aurelian force continued to drain away, and his combat power fell hard."

"Jared had it even worse.

His robes were torn to scraps, his body was covered in wounds and bruised blood, and his left arm hung uselessly from a cracked bone. Every breath tore pain through his chest, his blood essence had been spent again and again, and his strength had nearly run dry."

"Yet the fighting light in his eyes still burned hot.

The violet flame on the Dragonslayer Sword had not gone out in the slightest."

"You're a lunatic."

Marshal Stone dragged in rough, ragged breaths, unable to make sense of the man in front of him. "You could have retreated. You could have defended. Instead, you keep choosing to trade your life for wounds. Why go this far?"

"Jared lifted a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The curve of his mouth was faint, cold, and hard enough to cut. ""If you keep dodging, you'll never beat a stronger enemy. Only a fight to the death can break the game open."""

"The words had barely fallen before he charged again with his sword raised.

A violet blade-flare split the air and hacked downward."

"Marshal Stone gritted his teeth and raised his fist to block.

Both men were blasted backward at the same time. The gap between them kept shrinking, and the golden scales of victory and defeat began to tilt in silence."

"Marshal Stone knew he could not drag this out any longer.

If it continued, defeat was certain. A ruthless edge flashed through his eyes, and he forced out his final trump card with the last of his life."

"Every dark-gold pattern across his body gathered at his chest.

His nascence lifeblood began to burn, pushed past its limit."

"The Aurelian Deathless Body, Third Form: World's End!"

"Marshal Stone's body swelled all at once.

Corded muscle bulged and knotted over him. Blue veins rose under his skin and crawled like living things, while a cataclysmic pressure swept out in every direction.

The ground split open. Loose stones were ground down into powder."

"Marshal Stone's eyes burned red. His skin had gone pale, and the heat pouring off him had climbed to its absolute limit.

He gathered every last trace of nascence he had built across his life and condensed it into a white World's End fist-light. One strike. That was all he wanted now—to end the battle in a single blow, even if it dragged them both down together."

"Jared saw it and did not step back.

He did not dodge.

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