The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5713

A chorus of warped human faces stirred inside the barrier, wailing in grief so sharp it stabbed the marrow. Dense resentment oozed across the shield like black oil, birthing a soul-corroding tide and a brutal countershock aimed straight at Coall's oncoming skull.

Every disciple of Skyfiend Sect felt their hearts crawl into their throats, breath snagging as fate hung on that single collision.

Boom!

Day and night flipped; sun and moon vanished in a pulse of white. Coall's head met the Wailing Soul Barrier—now swollen with the full might of Skyfiend Sect—in one deafening, absolute smash.

The blast ripped outward in expanding rings, rattling every mountain around Bonewither Cliff. Pebbles, ribs of ancient bones, whole slabs of rock sheared from the cliff face and rained into the abyss.

At ground zero, a searing flash bright enough to blind a god flared, followed by an ocean-sized surge of energy that howled across both sides of the shield, clawing at space itself.

Crack!

The sound was sharp enough to set teeth on edge—a brittle shatter like stained glass exploding—echoing in every ear among the Skyfiend Sect disciples who stared, unblinking, at the point of impact.

In the hopeless gaze of Elder Bonewick and his gathered elders and acolytes, the Ten-Thousand-Soul Grand Array—pride of their sect and said to withstand a full strike from a fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal—began to fail.

Centered on Coall's battering head, spiderweb fissures raced across the barrier, spreading so fast they swallowed every inch the eye could see.

The once-radiant shield dulled. Faces of wailing spirits, painted in sick green fire, melted like frost under noon sun and bled away into nothing.

One blow. That was all it took to push the barrier to the brink of ruin.

"No—this can't be!" Elder Bonewick's voice cracked, horror flooding eyes that had witnessed too much and still understood too little. His knuckles whitened around the Bone Sceptre as he watched salvation unravel before him.

Just how monstrous is that black dragon's brute strength?

"All hands—tear away this last scrap of dignity." Jared's words landed cold and final, the tone of a judge passing sentence.

The chill in his voice rolled across the battlefield like winter wind, promising that no appeal would be heard.

At his command, the hundreds of Draconians at his back could hold themselves no longer. Their collective roar split the sky.

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