A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5172

Jared’s aura flipped inside out. The cool edge of sword intent vanished, replaced by world-scorching demonic flame. Ebony demonic aura threaded with eerie scarlet wrapped around him, dyeing him into a devil god bathed in fire.

Color rushed into his once-pale cheeks, scarlet flames swallowed the pupils of his eyes, and a crazed smile curved across his mouth with bone-deep madness.

“What... what is that presence?” Granny Deadclaw’s pupils constricted. The crushing demonic might forced her to retreat half a step, and even the glow of the soul orbs in her hands dimmed.

Lord Drowned Souls’ grip on his chain trembled; compared to the black-red flames now wreathed around Jared, his netherfire looked as fragile as a candle in a hurricane.

“Ke-ke-ke... You insignificant beings dare flaunt yourselves before me?” Jared’s voice no longer sounded human. It carried a choir of wailing spirits that made the air itself buzz.

He raised one hand. A pitch-black sphere blazing with vermilion flame sprang to life in his palm, warping the very space around it.

“Die!” Lord Drowned Souls roared. He wrapped his chain scythe in netherfire ten times fiercer than before, then hacked at Jared with everything he had.

Jared could not even be bothered to lift a sword. He merely pointed a single finger.

Fwoom!

The sphere expanded into a pillar of red-black fire. The instant it met the scythe, the netherfire melted like frost beneath midday sun. Power irresistible surged along the chain; Lord Drowned Souls’ arm snapped with a sickening crack, and the blow hurled him through half a mountainside. He smashed into stone, spitting black blood, disbelief frozen on his face.

“Your turn, old hag.” Jared licked a fleck of blood from his lips and appeared before Granny Deadclaw like a specter.

Fury and terror twisted her features. She fused ten soul orbs into a blood-red spear and thrust—only for Jared to seize it in his bare hand.

A guttural shriek tore from her throat. The power of a thousand restless spirits gnawed at Jared’s palm, yet failed even to redden his skin; the demon flames burning from his flesh roasted them alive. Their screams filled the air as the spear dissolved bit by bit.

Crunch!

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