Chapter 5589

“I spare you today,” Jared declared, voice rolling across the shattered pillars. “But you will earn that mercy. Guard the Celestial King Palace with every drop of blood you still possess.”

The kneeling cultivators bobbed their heads, relief and dread warring on their ashen faces.

Most of the palace’s own guards lay wounded or dead. Someone had to stand between this palace and the next wave of darkness.

Jared swept a slow gaze over the battlefield. With one quiet motion of his palm, tens of thousands of item pouches ripped free from fallen Demonic Cultivators and streaked toward him like a swarm of silver comets.

A small smile tugged at his mouth. This cache alone could feed his cultivation for months.

A single thread of internal flame spiraled from his fingers. In a breath, every corpse on the field turned to soft gray ash that the wind carried away.

Jared counted out ten thousand pouches and pressed them into Onneas’ hands. “Ms. Dusko, the palace is crippled. Use these to heal, rebuild, and grow stronger—quickly.”