A Man Like None Other

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.

Stuart of Celestial Moon Sect, flanked by his

ominous sign, no doubt drawn by the longstanding bounty placed by

Moon Sect, a sense

Cloud and Feenix incapacitated in his arms, the odds of breaching Celestial Moon Sect’s

relentless visions of Arthur-a mentor who had always been his

clawing at his resolve,

far removed from the chaos, Arthur sat in solitude within

winds themselves whispered of the turmoil afar. With a thoughtful stride, Arthur approached the window, his

the Demon Seal Alliance has proclaimed a bounty

be graced with a century of the Alliance’s offerings,” an

has taken hold among the sects and

southern region’s Five Great Sects,

she queried Arthur with a question

level?” inquired Arthur, his voice carrying

ascended to the second level of Tribulator,” the girl

a tinge of disappointment in

slow, excruciatingly

he’s still not where he needs to be.” “We shall

the

may well serve his

Alliance, what hope does he have of liberating the

words faltered, teetering on the

he