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.

Stuart of Celestial Moon Sect, flanked

no doubt drawn by the longstanding bounty placed by the Demon Seal

sense of utter

incapacitated in his arms, the odds

mentor who

to his aid was clawing at

very instant, far removed from the chaos, Arthur sat in solitude within his mountain retreat, his

the turmoil afar. With a thoughtful

the Demon Seal Alliance has

a century of the

among the sects

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

and she queried Arthur with a question that hung heavy in

cultivation level?” inquired Arthur, his voice carrying

Tribulator,” the girl reported, a hint of concern lacing

softly, a tinge of disappointment

painfully slow,

where

navigate the

may well serve

he cannot stand against the Demon Seal Alliance, what hope does he have of

afraid…” The girl’s words

worry, he won’t