Jared didn’t dodge.

He raised his right hand, and a sphere of chaos-flame gathered in his palm. Violet radiance and golden fire coiled together, blazing against the darkness of the valley floor.

The moment the chaos-flame formed, the dense fog around them began to churn violently, as if it had encountered its natural enemy. Under the searing heat, it hissed and sizzled, evaporating at a rapid pace.

A flicker of fear crossed the Blackscale Beast’s eyes.

It understood now. That flame could kill it.

For thousands of years, the Blackscale Beast had never known fear. It had slain True Immortal Realm Level Five cultivators. It had killed those at Level Six. It had even faced a Level Seven cultivator. It couldn’t win that battle, but even then, its life had never truly been at risk.

But now, death had brushed against it.