A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6274

"What's that?" Jared asked.

"The deepest part of the battlefield."

Gwendolyn's voice dropped. "The ancestral records say that place is where the strongest being in this battlefield was buried. Even when the ancestors of the celestials joined forces with a Draconian sovereign, they still couldn't defeat that enemy.

"No one knows what it was. No one knows where it came from. No one knows why it was here, or why it stood against all the Elder Kin."

She put the jade slip away.

Then she looked at Jared.

"I'm going there."

Jared frowned. "Why? That place is too dangerous."

Gwendolyn shook her head. Her gaze did not move. "The Frost Deity Branch bloodline may have been strengthened through our dual cultivation, but that was only temporary. If I can't find the true source, the Ice God Bloodline will decline again sooner or later. In the end, it'll vanish completely."

She held out her hand, palm up.

A pale golden radiance appeared there. It was the power born from the fusion of their bloodlines.

But around the edges of that glow, a faint dimness had already started to show.

"Look. The fused power is fading. Our dual cultivation can only keep the bloodline active. It can't change the root cause behind the Ice God Bloodline's decline. And that root cause is in the deepest part of the Ancient Battlefield."

Jared fell silent.

He understood what Gwendolyn meant.

She wasn't throwing herself into danger for nothing.

She was looking for the last path left to her people.

"Let's go," Jared said. "I'm with you."

Gwendolyn looked at him.

Something complicated flickered through those deep eyes.

She didn't thank him.

She only gave a small nod.

The two of them headed deeper into the Ancient Battlefield.

After walking for about 2 hours, the surroundings started to change.

The bones on the ground grew denser.

And bigger.

Some of the skeletons had piled together into small hills of white bone.

A faint rotten stench began to spread through the air.

It wasn't the smell of flesh decaying. These bones had been here for who knew how many tens of thousands of years.

It was something deeper than that, the breath of death itself, as if the laws of the realm of decay were flowing through the air.

"Something's wrong," Gwendolyn said suddenly, stopping in place with her brows drawn tight.

Jared had sensed it too.

The area around them was too quiet.

Not ordinary quiet. This was dead silence, the kind that seemed to swallow sound itself.

Their footsteps, their breathing, even the beat in their chests vanished after only a few steps, as if something in the dark had pulled every last bit of noise away.

"Something's watching us," Jared said under his breath.

Every instinct in him was screaming.

It was the same pressure as prey under a predator's eyes, like a beast hidden in the dark, lying low and waiting for the one moment it could strike clean.

Gwendolyn tightened her grip on the jade slip, and ice-blue divine radiance began to flow around her body.

"Be careful..."

She didn't get to finish. The ground under their feet suddenly started shaking hard.

Rumble...

Through the deafening roar, a skeleton not far away began to move.

It was a Draconian skeleton. Smaller than the other remains around it, but still hundreds of yards long.

It had been lying there in stillness like a hill of white bones. Now its frame began to pull itself back together. The spine locked in place vertebra by vertebra, the ribs slid back one by one, and the bones of its limbs snapped together with sharp cracking sounds.

In no more than a few breaths, a complete bone dragon was standing in front of them.

Two clusters of eerie green fire burned inside its eye sockets. That was ghostfire, a thing born from ancient malice.

Its jaws opened slowly and loosed a soundless roar. No noise came out, but the shock wave still blasted through the air hard enough to warp it, and the loose stones on the ground jumped and sprayed in every direction.

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