The Nether Duo had fallen within a handful of breaths. Jared’s crimson gaze now settled on the remaining Underworld Shadow Guards still entangled with the battered disciples of the Azurecloud Sect.

Pinned down by the disciples of Azurecloud Sect, the Underworld Shadow Guards had already been wavering; when they witnessed the brutal death of their two elder commanders, whatever order remained in their ranks collapsed, and their once-fluid movements turned stiff and panicked.

“You worthless b*stards, go to hell!”

Jared vaulted skyward, the Dragonslayer Sword whirling in his grip. In an instant, the blade became a storm of crimson demonic fire, a rain of swords that swept across the battlefield as though plowing up an old field, leaving no corner untouched.

Poisoned daggers and agile footwork meant nothing before such absolute power. Wherever the flaming sword rain passed, the Underworld Shadow Guards dropped in swathes, charred to cinders before they could even cry out.

The few survivors who tried for a last-ditch ambush were blown apart by the casual flick of a demonic aura blast from Jared’s palm.

Flaxseed, Jhaelyn, and the others stood rooted to the spot, staring at the figure wreathed in scarlet flame as cut through the enemy lines like a god of slaughter, leaving a carpet of corpses in his wake.