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.

left, the fate of those remaining would be sealed; no further escape from the Five Great Sects would

set in-there was no alternative route for

forget about leaving…” The path to freedom was abruptly obstructed by a cluster of figures. Before him stood Stuart of Celestial Moon

drawn by the longstanding bounty placed by the Demon

by Celestial Moon Sect, a sense of

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

Jared’s mind was besieged by relentless visions of Arthur-a mentor who had always been his beacon of

reality that Arthur might never again come to his aid was clawing at his resolve, for Jared was

dancing across the parchment. A sudden premonition drew his gaze toward the window, as if the winds themselves whispered of

stride, Arthur approached the window, his

Seal Alliance has proclaimed a bounty via distant telepathy. The one who ends

within the grip of the southern region’s Five Great

silhouette was as elegant as her demeanor, and she queried Arthur with a question that hung heavy in the

inquired Arthur, his voice carrying a

to the second level of Tribulator,” the girl reported, a

his tone. “That’s painfully slow, excruciatingly so. Despite outpacing his peers, he’s still not