"Lowly ant..."
The moment the armored warrior spoke, Jared's eardrums throbbed with pain, and the space around him began to fracture inch by inch.
The voice seemed to emanate from the depths of the hell, carrying with it the mournful walls of countless lost souls.
Jared's pupils contracted. The pressure from a Wandering immortal Realm presence pressed down on him, almost crushing his breath. But he gritted his teeth, letting the lethal intent he had just absorbed surge wildly within.
Crimson flames ignited once more on the Dragonslayer Sword.
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