The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6401

More than a few Freevale cultivators had gone pale. Without meaning to, they tightened their grip around the arms in their hands. Marshal Vale's reputation alone was enough to send a chill crawling through their bones!

Jared lowered his gaze to the mark for Ashenbrand Gaol on the map. Purple chaos- wrought spiritual power turned slowly around his fingertips. He remained silent for a long while, weighing it through.

Then his cool voice rose at last, steady and unhurried, laying down the full battle plan. "In this battle, every group will have a clear role. Each side handles its own duty, and no one interferes with another... Marshal Vale has ninth-tier combat power, and his assassination methods leave no opening. I will face him alone..."

"The eighth-tier gaoler in the open will be left to Elder Cillian to suppress. All remaining celestial guards, outpost garrisons, and middle-rank cultivators will be cleared out jointly by Freevale and the Sylvan host. Advance by layers. Break through one level at a time."

When he finished, Elder Cillian gave a faint nod. His face stayed composed, and not the slightest trace of retreat appeared in his eyes. "Leave the eighth-tier gaoler to me. After 10 thousand years of cultivation, my wood-type arts of binding, trapping, and killing have long since reached completion. Against a celestial cultivator of the same tier, victory is already in hand. There will be no mistake." Elder Cillian spoke as if the matter had already been settled.