Chapter 5847

“Move.” Jared’s voice was soft, yet the lone word sliced through the frozen stillness like cold steel.

He strode forward without a backward glance at the grotesque ice statues they had left behind. Each step was measured, almost leisurely, as though the slaughter moments earlier had been no more than a brisk evening stroll.

Behind him, Vermilion Demon Lord and Clara traded a glance, and in that fleeting exchange, both tasted the same emotion-reverence so deep it brushed the edge of fear.

With the ease of a lifted hand, he had crushed and erased twelve Heavenly-Immortal experts, two of them sixth-grade elites.

Power of that magnitude hovered beyond anything the pair-or anyone they knew—could truly comprehend.

When the trio emerged from the canyon, only twelve blinding, blood-red ice blossoms remained, scattered beside the shattered bones of the Ice Explosion Array. The silent tableau testified to how brief-and how brutal-the conflict had been.

Beyond the ravine, the land unfurled into a vast glacial basin, a pale-blue mirror beneath a sky the color of raw steel.