Jared chance novel Chapter 6633

Battle exploded in every direction.

The five teams fought for their lives on separate fronts. Spiritual light of different colors crossed over the wasteland until the whole place looked covered by a chaotic curtain.

Ironblood Mercenary Company pushed the hardest.

They clashed head-on with more than a dozen demon hounds. Harlan Ironhall swung his giant ax until it became a wheel of golden light, cutting through the beasts twice over. Demon blood splashed onto the black soil and rose in steaming mist.

Cloudflight Pavilion fought with far more flexibility.

They used the uneven terrain and the scattered rock piles to keep moving, striking and shifting, never allowing the demon hounds to trap them. Their casualties stayed low.

Emberhawk of the Blazefire Sect led her people with clean, direct attacks. Crimson fire arts tore several burning corridors through the beast pack.

The wandering cultivators had it worst.

They lacked the tight coordination of the established groups. Their spiritual power surged unevenly, with gaps in their rhythm. The first charge from a dozen demon hounds cost them two people.

One had been covering the rear when a demon hound bit into his shoulder from the side and dragged him into a rock pile.

Another had his left arm torn open by claws. He lost too much blood before medicine could reach him.

Within half an hour, the first wave of guards had been killed.

The five teams rested briefly, then advanced again.

After another six miles, they met the second wave.

This one was much larger.

It no longer consisted only of Golden Immortal Level Five demon hounds. At least ten Golden Immortal Level Six elite hounds appeared among them.

Those elites were larger than ordinary demon hounds. Their bone spikes were dark gold instead of black. Their attacks came from trickier angles, their speed was higher, and their bite force had doubled.

The fighting on the wasteland turned brutal at once.

Ironblood Mercenary Company's shield formation held through the first two charges, then cracked on the third. Demon hounds forced their way through the gap and bit through the lower legs of two frontliners. The injured men had to be dragged back for emergency treatment.

Cloudflight Pavilion also paid a price.

A late-stage Golden Immortal Level Five veteran was surrounded by three elite hounds. His teammates did not reach him in time. His folding fan snapped in two, and he fell under the claws of the beasts.

Graywolf Gang and Blazefire Sect both suffered losses, but their core experts used their personal strength to stabilize the lines.

The wandering cultivator team was in even worse shape.

They kept losing people. In the end, only seven or eight were still struggling to fight, and two of them were already wounded.

Still, these groups had built their names in Bermu City for a reason.

With their numbers and long years of hunting experience, they eventually killed the entire second wave.

At last, all five teams reached the entrance of the demon hound king's den.

They stood around the edge and looked at one another.

The hole was more than a hundred feet wide and seemed bottomless. Thick demon aura poured out of the black opening, so dense that it almost refused to disperse.

From deep below came low growls full of authority and pressure. Several weaker team members standing near the edge felt their legs soften.

Golden Immortal Level Seven.

The demon hound king.

It was down there.

And it already knew the intruders had reached its door.

No one wanted to be the first to jump in.

The first one down would be the first to face the demon hound king's frontal attack.

That meant the greatest danger.

Of course, it also meant the highest chance of landing the final blow and taking the beast core.

Among beast hunters, there was an unspoken rule.

The one who made the kill took the core.

"What? No one dares go in?"

Harlan rested his battle-ax on his shoulder and swept a cold grin over the others. "Then why did you come all this way? To stand at the entrance and enjoy the demon wind?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped.

His huge body dropped into the darkness like a falling meteor.

A dull crash came from deep underground a moment later. Right after that, metal struck bone with a sharp clang.

Byron Cloudmere closed his folding fan and gave his team a signal.

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