The Man’s Decree

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.

him stood Stuart of Celestial Moon Sect, flanked by his

no doubt drawn by

sense of

Feenix incapacitated in his arms, the odds of breaching

of Arthur-a mentor who had always been

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

removed from the chaos, Arthur sat in solitude within his

turmoil afar. With a thoughtful stride, Arthur approached

Demon Seal Alliance has proclaimed a bounty

be graced with a century of

hold among the sects

the grip of the southern region’s Five Great Sects,

she queried Arthur with a question

level?” inquired Arthur, his voice carrying a weight of

just ascended to the second level of Tribulator,” the

exhaled softly, a tinge of disappointment

slow, excruciatingly

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

navigate the perilous dance of

may well serve his

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

The girl’s words faltered, teetering on the

worry, he