Chapter 5687

“Master, are you all right?”

Jared knelt beside Zevon, fingers glowing faintly as he examined the elder’s injuries.

Zevon shook his head, a wan smile tucked beneath the blood at the corner of his mouth. “I will live, Mr. Chance. But the Soul Devourer fled…”

“He fled wounded,” Jared replied, voice steady but low. “Given the gash you carved into him, he won’t return for a while.

What matters now is regaining our strength as quickly as possible.”

He rose and turned to Neville. “Mr. Contreras, we need the use of your sect grounds-and disciples to guard us while we recover.”

Neville inclined his head, the lined planes of his face hard with resolve. “Mr. Chance, so long as the Soul Devourer stays away, my disciples will stand against anything level nine—or anyone else dares to send.”