Chapter 6052

“Who dares intrude upon Nether City?”

The voice cracked through the air, colder than the chains themselves. The speaker remained unseen, the words spilling from the surrounding darkness like blades.

Three figures stepped forward.

The one in front stood taller than any ordinary mortal, clad in black war armor and a helm fashioned from bleached bone. Only two eyes burned through the visor—icy blue and merciless. The pressure radiating from him marked him as an Upper Immortal, sixth grade.

Behind him stood two fully armed ghost guards, bone spears gripped tight, their strength hovering at Upper Immortal fourth grade.

Jared coughed, the raw scrape in his throat exposing how deeply the chains had bitten.

Forcing calm into his voice, he said, “We didn’t trespass. We’re looking for the Ghost Clan. The man beside me is your blood. He needs nether aura to survive.”