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.

stood Stuart of Celestial Moon Sect,

ominous sign, no doubt drawn by the

sense

his arms, the odds of

by relentless visions of Arthur-a mentor who had always

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

Arthur sat in solitude within his mountain retreat, his pen dancing across the

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

Sanders, the Demon Seal Alliance has proclaimed a bounty via

will be graced with a century of the Alliance’s

taken hold among the sects and

grip of the southern region’s Five Great Sects, and I fear for his well- being,” a

queried

current cultivation level?” inquired Arthur, his voice carrying

to the second level of Tribulator,” the girl reported,

exhaled softly, a tinge of disappointment

painfully slow, excruciatingly

still not where

the perilous

well serve his

does he have of liberating the Draconians?” Arthur’s voice

I’m afraid…” The girl’s words faltered, teetering on

worry, he won’t