Jared's face showed nothing. He returned the sword to its sheath, and his body blurred into translucence again. With the force of Space Law carrying him, he shifted away in an instant and headed for the next outpost.
The second outpost... The third... The fourth... One outpost after another fell in succession.
Jared moved like a death god wandering through the darkness of Epea, crossing the 100 miles of wasteland between them. His movement left no trace.
Every strike he made ended a life. Each swing of the sword was condensed and stripped down to its deadliest line, aimed straight at the vital point. Not half a measure of spiritual power was wasted, and not half a trace of aura leaked out.
With concealment no one could solve and a spatial art at his command, he slipped perfectly past all the wards and every patrol. No matter how tight an outpost's defenses were, no matter how powerful its commander was, none of it amounted to resistance before Jared's chaos-wrought blade-flare. Even celestial cultivators at True Immortal Realm Level Four and Level Five could not withstand that crushing nascence across cultivation levels, no matter how many of them there were.
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