King Nightbat’s pupils shrank.

“What?!” The word tore out of him before he could stop it.

The Soulshatter Demon Dirge had once crippled a Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Seven master. Yet the young man standing before him—no more than Ninth Level Celestial by his estimate—remained untouched, as if the attack had been nothing more than a passing breeze.

Jared didn’t answer.

He took a single step—light, silent—and vanished. In the next heartbeat, he reappeared in front of King Nightbat like a glitch in reality.

His fist shot forward.

The punch looked simple, almost casual. But the air around his knuckles darkened. Chaotic force coiled through the strike, and thin black fissures spidered across the space in its wake.