“You arrogant b*stard! You’ve truly pissed me off!” Soul Devourer bellowed, his emerald pupils blazed, fury eclipsing reason.

Never in all his campaigns had he met an adversary so suicidally insolent.

With a thunderous snap, his six wings beat once, and his colossal frame vanished.

It wasn’t speed-it was near-teleportation, the rudimentary command over space granted to those who had attained High Immortal Realm.

A streak of black-and-crimson light split the air, and the armored leviathan reappeared less than three feet from Jared— close enough to feel each other’s breath.

“Soul-Devouring Claw!”

The next second, a claw larger than Jared himself tore through the air, ghostly shrieks curling around its razored edges as it raked for his face.