Chapter 5842

“We move now-no more delays.”

He turned toward Linden, voice firm yet warm. “Your sect still needs its patriarch’s hand. Remain here and restore order.

The three of us will take our leave at once.”

Linden escorted them to the foot of the mountain gate. Snow-bearded and grave, he said, “Sir, the Northern Abyss Celestial Clan is fathomless. On their own frozen tundra, they are super strong. If victory proves impossible, guard your life; time is long. The Sword Sect’s doors will always stand open for you.”

Jared nodded once, eyes steady. “Rest easy, Mr. Cloudridge. I know my limits.”

A new streak of light-brighter, swifter than their arrival-shot skyward. Jared, Clara, and the Vermilion Demon Lord became a single comet, arrowing toward the far-northern edge of level ten.

With every mile north, the air thinned, and the temperature plunged with frightening speed.