Jared chance novel Chapter 6452

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If they kept fleeing like this, death was certain.

"Venerable Emberlain’s mind raced, every calculation turning over at brutal speed.

Cold sweat had already soaked his back. Exhaustion, old injuries, and the pursuers behind him pressed down from three sides, leaving no room to maneuver.

There were four enemies, all with Golden Immortal battle-strength. If he and Venerable Frostgrave kept fleeing side by side, the target was too big."

"They would be boxed in and locked down far too easily.

Once that happened, they might not even get the chance to break out by risking their lives.

Only by splitting their escape routes and dividing the pursuers could they carve out the faintest chance of survival. Even if only one of them got away, the Soul-Vault Pearl would still be preserved."

"At the moment when everything hung by a thread, Venerable Emberlain stopped hesitating.

He lowered his voice and barked the order in a deep, hard tone. ""Split up! You take the southeast. I’ll take the northeast. Break out on your own, don’t get dragged into a fight, and get away at full speed!"""

"Venerable Frostgrave had always been steady and decisive, with deep experience in battlefield killing.

He understood exactly how dangerous the situation had become. One extra sentence would mean one more sliver of risk against his life."

"He did not hesitate for even half a breath.

He did not look back. He did not answer.

His body suddenly veered aside, his silver robe snapping in the wind as extremely cold spiritual light spread around him in an instant."

Venerable Frostgrave became a sharp silver arc and cut toward the vast southeastern Wastelands without once looking back. His movement technique stretched open to its limit, every flicker of silver forcing more distance between him and death.

In that same instant, crimson flame around Venerable Emberlain surged 3 yards outward. Fire burned across the sky, heat rolled in waves, and he wrenched himself onto a new course by sheer force, racing hard toward the northeastern wilds as blazing firelight tore through the void, dragging the pursuers' attention with him at the cost of his life.

One silver, one red, the two streams of light split cleanly apart and shot toward different directions. By force, they tore the battlefield in two and broke the pursuers' formation with it.

Behind them in the void, Elder Rowe's deep, domineering voice exploded like muffled thunder from the highest heavens, rolling across the whole reach of the Wastelands. Every word came down like a killing order with no room for escape: "Split up and pursue them! Tactical encirclement. Do not give them a single breath!"

"Aurelius is carrying injuries, his combat strength has dropped hard, and his speed is the weakest. I will take him down myself! Elder Pennyworth, move at once to intercept Cassian. Pin him down and do not let him slip even half a step!"

"Elder Sunter, Elder Leary, sweep around from the two wings and cut off every route of retreat. Today, neither of them gets away! The Soul-Vault Pearl must be brought back intact. Whoever dares fail will answer to the Hall Master without mercy!"

The order fell, and the four streaks of golden radiance split their formation at once. Each took his assigned place, their coordination tight enough to leave no seam.

Two streaks of golden radiance locked hard onto Venerable Emberlain and chased without letting up.

The other two streaks of golden radiance changed direction and shot southeast at full speed to block Venerable Frostgrave.

Across the Wastelands, killing intent scattered in every direction. Two pursuit battlefields opened at the same time, and the spiritual essence between the world tightened to its breaking point.

Venerable Emberlain burned through the last scraps of nascence-wrought spiritual power left inside him and drove his life-bound saintfire without holding anything back. Crimson flame roared around him, firelight surged skyward, and rolling heat warped the air nearby so violently that even the void seemed to grow faintly hot.

He squeezed the hidden potential of his own Golden Immortal foundation by force. Lifespan, damage to his injuries, future cost—none of it mattered beside that single thread of extra speed that might throw off the pursuers behind him.

But the old wounds had already taken root inside him, aching deep where they could not be shaken loose. The night before, the aura of the Aureate Codex had struck hard at his spirit and shaken his meridians, and after fleeing through the entire night, he had not gained even a moment to regulate his breath or recover.

Under that relentless, high-intensity flight through the void, pain kept tearing through his meridians like they were being ripped open. Blood surged wildly in his chest, impossible to suppress, until a thin line of golden blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth and stained his jaw and collar red.

His aura weakened at a speed the eye could follow. His movement technique slowed more and more, and the strength behind him had run completely dry.

"Aurelius, stop this useless struggle. You can't get away."

Elder Rowe's voice drew closer and closer, the pressure behind it sinking heavier with every word, clinging to his ear like something burrowed into the bone. "The Hall Master has given his order. As long as you obediently hand over the Soul-Vault Pearl, the past will be written off, and your life will be spared."

"Your Golden Immortal foundation will remain, and you may still hold a post in Pole Star Hall and enjoy its offerings. Keep resisting, and there will be only death, the collapse of your cultivation, and the destruction of your spirit."

Venerable Emberlain clenched his teeth until his jaw locked. A vicious, unyielding edge filled his eyes, yet he said nothing, only lowered his head and drove himself forward at full speed, while the bottom of his heart had already gone cold.