The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6715

Now, in Black Abyss Valley, only Jared and Gwendolyn were still standing in defiance.

The hall behind them stood empty, like a body with its insides torn out.

Before them knelt tens of thousands of Demonic Cultivators. Beyond them stretched a celestial army bathed in gold, and above all of them stood a Grand Zenith Immortal looking down on everything.

Even the wind had stopped. The valley was as silent as a grave, quiet enough for every breath to sound unnaturally loud.

Jared stood where he was, his gray robe hanging motionless around him.

At his hip, the Dragonslayer Sword stayed sheathed. Gold from the battlefield washed over its purple scabbard, making the weapon look like the one dark, lonely thing in a sea of radiance.

Nothing showed on Jared's face. The people who had betrayed him, the ones who had fled, and the ones who had simply chosen survival all seemed to have been pushed beyond the reach of his expression.

Only then did Jared glance sideways, toward the woman who had stayed beside him.

Golden light traced a faint halo along the side of her face. Her ice-blue eyes remained fixed ahead. She was not looking at Jared or at the vast celestial army. Her gaze seemed to rest somewhere much farther away.

Her long lashes cast fine shadows beneath the gold.

Jared broke the silence first. "You had a chance to leave. Why stay?"

His voice was quiet, almost as though he feared breaking something fragile.

Gwendolyn did not turn. Still looking into the distance, she let the faintest smile touch her lips.

"If I leave, what happens to you?"

There was no hesitation in the answer. No thought. The words seemed to come from somewhere deep in her chest, as though she had already repeated them countless times in her heart.

She barely raised her voice, but every word carried cleanly through the stillness, sharp and clear as a winter gust.

For several quiet moments, Jared said nothing and simply studied her profile.

The pause stretched until air began to move through the valley again and faint unrest stirred among the distant celestial ranks.

Then he smiled.

It was faint, but there was a sincerity in it that only appeared when death stood close—the last ray of light visible before sinking into an abyss.

"Thank you."

Only two words. Nothing more.

"For what?"

Without turning, Gwendolyn answered with deliberate casualness, almost like ordinary small talk. Only the faint catch beneath her voice betrayed her.

"If you die, who's supposed to dual cultivate with me?"

Jared laughed. "Don't worry. If we survive today, I'll dual cultivate with you for ten days and ten nights. You'll get more than enough."

Gwendolyn laughed too. "Are you trying to satisfy me or kill me? Ten days and ten nights? You'd wear me out in one."

Aureon Suncrest stared at the two of them, completely baffled by what he was hearing.

What kind of situation was this?

They were facing life and death.

And these two still had the mood to joke about dual cultivation?

Were they really planning to have one last good time before dying?

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