The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5170

"Make sure you keep that promise," Jared said coldly.

The words had barely fallen when a wave of danger washed over him.

He jerked his head up. To the northwest, the horizon was swallowed by pitch-black gloom, churning clouds carried tens of thousands of soul fires, like the pupils of some vast creature staring at him from dozens of kilometers away.

Over the ruins of the Seventh Hall, nether energy boiled like ink.

Granny Deadclaw hovered in mid-air, the soul orbs between her talons blazing crimson and staining the sky a ghastly blood-red. Her knife-like gaze slashed across the crowd and pinned itself to Jared.