A Man Like None Other

A sharp screech pierced through the air. An intense aura tore through the void, blasting directly toward Jared. Golden rays of light erupted from within him as he braced for the incoming assault.

He became encased in a suit of golden-scaled armor, activating his Golem Body. It was evident that he intended to confront his assailants directly.

The onlookers were left in awe as they watched Jared stand unwavering in the face of the impending attacks. Quinley clenched her fists, anxiety coursing through her as she observed the unfolding situation.

Montane Daemon wore a furrowed brow, his concern evident. Despite Jared’s formidable strength, Montane Daemon couldn’t help but doubt whether he could endure the combined assault of the four elders from the Demon Seal Alliance, especially since he appeared to be standing motionless.

Boom! Suddenly, the ground beneath Jared’s feet gave way, enveloping him in a cloud of dust that obscured him from view. The onlookers were left in suspense, unsure of what had transpired.

However, the four elders showed no signs of relenting. Instead, they pressed on with their next onslaught.

“Ten Thousand Sword Cage!”

of the four elders’ hands. They swung their swords in the air, conjuring dozens of razor-sharp sword beams,

As the beams sliced through the dust-filled air, a deafening rumble

of Jared’s immense power. None of them dared to let their guard down as the sword beams descended upon the

breath, for it seemed inconceivable that Jared

undeniably clear was that each of these strikes

It was as plain as day that they sought to end Jared’s life. That was why they had poured every last ounce of their

were acutely aware that failure to kill Jared with this assault would seal their own fate,

to descend, an air of tense anticipation hung heavy. The onlookers watched with

for staying still against such a

one can endure the strikes from the four Demon Seal Alliance elders especially after they exhausted

madness. If he lives