The Man's Decree

Jared’s expression was a complex tapestry of concern and resolve as he cast a worried glance at Catina, who was moments away from being imprisoned within a crystalline coffin of ice. He then shifted his gaze to the grievously wounded Cloud and Feenix. Clenching his teeth with fierce determination, he hoisted them up, setting his sights on a desperate charge through the safeguarded territory of the Five Great Sects.

The sects’ sanctuary was shielded by an intricate arcane array, one that Jared could only circumvent by exiting through the designated entrance.

Time was a luxury he didn’t possess, the notion of dismantling the formation was an impossibility in such dire straits.

“Stop them!” came the stern command from Edward, prompting a flood of Celestial Sun Sect disciples to descend upon Jared like a swarm of vengeful spirits.

It was during this siege that an unexpected salvation manifested-a cascade of light poured from the heavens, forming a barrier that ensnared the cultivators.

“Mr. Chance, make haste and depart,” echoed a voice from above. The savior was Tyler, who had been drawn to the scene by the uproar. Recognizing the imminent threat to Jared, he conjured a temporary arcane array to impede the attackers.

Given the fleeting nature of Tyler’s hastily constructed defense, Jared knew he must penetrate the Five Great Sects’ territory posthaste.

he left, the fate of those remaining would be sealed;

in-there was

by a cluster of figures.

sign, no doubt drawn by

Sect, a sense of utter helplessness washed over

in his arms, the odds of breaching Celestial Moon Sect’s

mentor who had

again come to his aid was clawing

within his mountain retreat, his pen dancing across the parchment. A sudden premonition drew his gaze toward the window,

thoughtful stride, Arthur approached the window, his eyes

proclaimed a bounty via distant telepathy. The one who ends Jared’s defiance will be graced with a century of the Alliance’s

and prestigious families. Jared finds himself ensnared within the grip of the southern region’s Five Great Sects, and I fear for

queried Arthur

Arthur, his voice

the second level of Tribulator,” the girl reported, a hint of concern

of disappointment in his tone. “That’s painfully slow, excruciatingly so. Despite