Chapter 5735

“Begone!” the Soul Devourer snarled. With a lazy flick of one skeletal wrist, an obsidian soul spear congealed-dense as reality, honed to pierce creation itself. It shrieked across the void, aimed dead at Coall’s skull.

The dragon whipped his serpentine body aside. Even so, the spear grazed his neck, shaving off a sheet of gun-metal scales. A gash to the bone yawned open, and black vapor rose to gnaw at the spirit beneath.

“Coall!” Jared cried, the name tearing from his throat.

Pain lanced through Jared-mind and sinew aflame-yet he forced himself into the air, wings of raw energy sputtering behind him. He understood one truth with brutal clarity. They could not survive a war of attrition.

The Draconian army was mighty, yes, but the Soul Devourer had lived through forgotten epochs and now fought in a citadel soaked with his own power. Here, his soul energy seemed endless, his tricks limitless. If the battle dragged on, only the Draconians would die.

Jared had to break the rhythm-now.

“Demon Seal Tower-seal him!” he shouted. Ignoring the taste of blood, Jared flooded the tiny tower in his palm with torrents of chaotic Power of Immortals.