Chapter 5774

Ssssshhh- The hiss sounded like red-hot iron plunged into butter. A blistering hole yawned open where the barrier had been, edges dripping like molten glass.

Every wraith caught in the torrent shrieked once, then crumbled to ash that never touched the ground.

“Move!” Jared barked.

He and the unicorn flashed forward-one streak of emerald, one of crimson-diving through the breach and landing inside the herb enclosure before the barrier’s edges finished sizzling shut.

Heavy medicinal fragrance slammed into them, laced with the copper reek of lingering spirits. The gorge had been diced into countless plots, each crammed with uncanny, faintly glowing demon herbs: blossoms shaped like screaming faces, vines bleeding black sap, tufts of Wraith Grass sparkling with hoarfrost.

“Take the old ones—the richest, the ripest,” Jared murmured, sending the words directly into the unicorn’s mind. Then he vanished among the rows, a midnight blur.

Both hands swept outward. Chaotic energy became two invisible plows, ripping centuries-old specimens roots, soil, everything-straight into his storage ring. He chose only the most potent, the kind that would frustrate his enemies, even though it would be of no use to him.