The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5711

The war drums of Bonewither Cliff pounded like a terrified heart, echoing back from the cliff walls yet already drowned beneath the oncoming roar of dragons.

Every disciple of the Skyfiend Sect felt the echo boom inside his chest, sowing raw panic.

Pillars of murky violet light, each tainted with a sinister aura, speared up from the deepest bone palaces buried in Bonewither Cliff. In the same heartbeat, the sect defense formation flared to its fiercest state.

A deep, metallic thrum rolled across the mountains, shaking loose dust from the skull-lined walls.

A colossal dome of gray-black light surged upward like an overturned bowl, sealing the entire Skyfiend Sect Headquarters within its ghostly embrace. Faces—twisted, screaming, half-formed—swam beneath the barrier's surface. Disgusting blood-rot stung the nose while a chill burrowed straight into the soul, proof of the barrier's corrosive, brutal defense.

"Who dares trespass upon the sacred ground of the Skyfiend Sect? Show yourself and be damned!"

The words scraped the air like bone on bone—an owl's midnight screech laced with fury and a shred of startled doubt. They drifted down from the sky above the main shrine.

Then, out of nothing, an elder materialized—draped in dark-purple robes embroidered with labyrinthine skulls, a Bone Sceptre forged from an entire spine clenched in his claw-thin hand.

His skin clung to the skeleton beneath; eye sockets yawned cavernous and empty save for twin fox-green flames that betrayed a formidable well of life.

This was Elder Bonewick—Mortimer Bonewick—supreme master of the Skyfiend Sect, perched at the razor's edge of the Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Three and nearly unchallenged.

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