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

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

Moon Sect, a sense of utter helplessness

in his arms, the odds of

of Arthur-a mentor who had always been

the grim reality that Arthur might never again come to his aid was clawing at his resolve, for Jared was under the impression

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

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

the Demon Seal Alliance has proclaimed a bounty

ends Jared’s defiance will be graced with a century of the Alliance’s

among the

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

elegant as her demeanor, and she queried Arthur with a

Arthur, his voice carrying a

second level of Tribulator,”

softly, a tinge of disappointment in

slow, excruciatingly

outpacing his peers, he’s still not where he needs to be.” “We

the perilous dance of

well serve

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

words

worry, he