"I... I don‘t know. l... I only stand guard," the Demonic Cultivator stammered, chains clinking against his armor as his whole body shook.
"Savior, that wretch knows nothing!" cried a middle-aged cultivator in a ragged gray tunic as he hurried forward. "Only Obsidian Stone Sect‘s elders keep such secrets. He is a mere pawn."
"Oh!" Jared flicked his wrist.
Black fire swallowed the Demonic Cultivator, before a scream could form, it unraveled into a ribbon of smoke and was gone.
"Thank you for rescuing us..." The gray-robed cultivator bowed so deeply his forehead almost touched the rubble, gratitude shining in his weary eyes.
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