A Man Like None Other

Milton and Cayan stood frozen, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. The scene before them was beyond anything they had ever encountered, as though the end of the world was unfolding before their eyes.

“What in the heavens are these stars in the sky and the patterns forming on the ground?” Milton murmured.

“That sword… It carries the essence of humans, demons, and beasts. Could it be the combined strength of the three races?”

“And those flames-they’re infused with the essence of demonic fire. Not just one, but multiple types. Has he actually cultivated all of them?”

Cayan’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his expression a mixture of astonishment and terror. The moment his words left his lips, he turned and propelled himself backward like a cannonball, showing not a shred of hesitation in his retreat.

Milton, witnessing Cayan’s sudden flight, instinctively followed suit, retreating with equal urgency. Gone was the arrogance and disdain they had shown earlier. In this moment, neither dared to underestimate Jared-a mere Seventh Level Tribulator who had defied all logic.

Cayan, in particular, was silently cursing himself, filled with regret for not fleeing with Gatlin earlier.

Who could have imagined that Jared would unleash such an unfathomable and devastating power?

Buzz!

reset -returning instantly to its original, tranquil state. The stars vanished from the heavens, and the intricate pattern on the ground dissolved into

mouthful of blood burst from his lips, his body crumpling to the ground. He could feel his life slipping away, each moment more fleeting than the last.

Jared’s eyes fluttered shut and his spirit began to drift away, a radiant beam of

Jared’s lifeless body, cradling him effortlessly. The man exuded a gentle, healing glow, and Jared was soon enveloped in its warmth. His soul slowly returned to his

and Cayan stood frozen, their expressions blank with disbelief as they stared at the middle-aged man. It was as if he had

to detect even the faintest things, no matter how

you?” Milton

his gaze to them. “You are

erupting like a mountain torrent and surging toward

stood motionless, his composure unwavering. As Milton’s terrifying aura surged toward him, it dissipated into nothingness

eyes widened in

the middle-aged man’s strength. His expression turned grim, and he urgently muttered, “We need to

into the air, ready to