A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Jared’s expression was a complex tapestry of concern and resolve as he cast a worried glance at Catina, who was moments away from being imprisoned within a crystalline coffin of ice.

He then shifted his gaze to the grievously wounded Cloud and Feenix.

Clenching his teeth with fierce determination, he hoisted them up, setting his sights on a desperate charge through the safeguarded territory of the Five Great Sects.

The sects’ sanctuary was shielded by an intricate arcane array, one that Jared could only circumvent by exiting through the designated entrance.

Time was a luxury he didn’t possess, the notion of dismantling the formation was an impossibility in such dire straits.

“Stop them!” came the stern command from Edward, prompting a flood of Celestial Sun Sect disciples to descend upon Jared like a swarm of vengeful spirits.

It was during this siege that an unexpected salvation manifested-a cascade of light poured from the heavens, forming a barrier that ensnared the cultivators.

“Mr. Chance, make haste and depart,” echoed a voice from above.

The savior was Tyler, who had been drawn to the scene by the uproar.

Recognizing the imminent threat to Jared, he conjured a temporary arcane array to impede the attackers.

Given the fleeting nature of Tyler’s hastily constructed defense, Jared knew he must penetrate the Five Great Sects’ territory posthaste.

Once he left, the fate of those remaining would be sealed; no further escape from the Five Great Sects would be possible.

The grim realization set in-there was no alternative route for departure.

“You can forget about leaving…” The path to freedom was abruptly obstructed by a cluster of figures.

of Celestial Moon

doubt drawn by the longstanding bounty

Moon Sect, a sense

the odds

of Arthur-a mentor who had always been his beacon of safety in the

clawing at his resolve, for Jared was under the impression that Arthur had perished

sat in solitude within

the window, as if the winds themselves whispered of the turmoil afar. With a thoughtful stride, Arthur approached the window, his eyes searching the horizon, riddled

Demon Seal Alliance has proclaimed a bounty via

graced with a century of

among the

ensnared within the grip of the southern region’s Five Great Sects, and I fear for his

she queried Arthur with a question that hung heavy in

current cultivation level?” inquired Arthur, his

just ascended to the second level of Tribulator,” the girl reported, a hint of concern

softly, a tinge of disappointment

painfully slow, excruciatingly

where

him navigate the perilous dance

may well

Seal Alliance, what hope does he have of liberating the Draconians?” Arthur’s voice was firm, a testament to a

The girl’s words faltered,

worry, he won’t