A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5446

Flaxseed finally revealed his hidden might. Charms flew from his fingers—each one birthing a violet thunderbolt that speared through a demon's heart before the body even hit the ground.

The massacre intensified. Both armies fought past pain or mercy, eyes glazed crimson with frenzy.

High above, Celestial Guards and demon generals drove their powers harder still. Gold and ebony wove into a blinding aurora, eclipsing moon and sun alike for one terrifying heartbeat.

Bodies of dark-cultivators lay piled high, a grotesque cairn that blotted out the trampled flags beneath. Blood soaked the shattered paving stones, spilling into gullies and gathering in sluggish crimson rills that crept toward the lowest ground.

Soul Devourer hovered above the carnage, black robes snapping in the wind, his yellowed eyes ablaze with a rage he could scarcely cage.

He had never dreamed that the Celestial Guards Onneas brought could stand toe-to-toe with his demon generals, much less how formidable the Golden Armor Guards were.

Far ahead, Onneas' teal robe cracked like a banner in the gale. At last, she moved.

Time seemed to flinch as she made her move.

With the barest sweep of one pale sleeve, she sent no thunderclap, no blinding flare—only a silent, suffocating pressure that made the very horizon buckle.

Terror struck Soul Devourer so sharply his face blanched to ash.

The power rolling off her eclipsed every law he understood.

He tried to flee, yet his limbs locked in place—clamped by invisible irons that mocked his will.

"Impossible! How can you be this strong?" Soul Devourer shrieked, his voice tearing like rusted metal.

Onneas regarded him with wintered indifference—as though he were no more than an ant that had wandered onto marble. "Soul Devourer, your death is due." Her tone held neither heat nor haste, only an authority that allowed no argument.

"At once, Ms. Dusko!"

"Across the shattered flagstones, the Golden Armor Guards and the Quartet Celestial Guards answered as one, their voices rolling like thunder through the ruined courtyard.

At their backs rose an invisible tide of force—each warrior losing every shred of cultivated power in readiness for the slaughter to come."

Onneas wheeled around, her aqua cloak snapping in the ash-laden wind. "Jared, Aurelius, Artemis, Yuliana—move with me! We have to cut Soul Devourer down before his body fully congeals!"

She became a streak of pale light, darting toward the palace's lightless heart. Jared and the others hurled themselves after her, sword-tips sparking against the night.

They had barely crossed the first broken arch when a wall of wraithlike shapes boiled out of the gloom, a living barricade of demonic souls that hissed and clawed at the path ahead.