From a shadowed corner, an assassin released a single arrow, its tip black with poison meant to rot spirit and flesh alike. The shaft cut the air in utter silence, aimed straight at Jared’s unguarded back.

“Behind you!” a frantic voice cried, echoing through the clash of steel and spellfire.

Jared caught the warning an instant too late. He spun, throwing a veil of spiritual energy across his spine.

The arrow struck the barrier with a wet pop. Though the shaft failed to pierce skin, venom seeped through the wavering shield, threading pain like molten wire along his meridians and setting every nerve ablaze.

“Hahaha, Mr. Chance, this Spiritual Corrosive Poison was brewed for one purpose to gnaw away a cultivator’s power.

In less than half an hour, you’ll be drained dry and ready for the knife!”

The words hit Jared like iron pellets. At once, he sensed a gritty heat oozing through his meridians, each ribbon of energy turning brittle, sparks of pain flashing behind his eyes.I have minutes, not hours. Shatter the array-escape-or be butchered here.