A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 3909

Chapter 3909 Outbreak Of Chaos

In just an instant, the massive phantom was swallowed whole by the tiny Celestial Devourer, revealing Aiden’s true body.

Aiden was taken aback, but Jared’s Sacred Light Fist had already arrived before his eyes. There was simply no time for him to dodge.

Boom!

Aiden took a solid hit from Jared and was sent flying backward, spewing fresh blood from his mouth.

In his wildest dreams, he had never thought that such a situation would arise.

Upon seeing the situation, Terrence immediately panicked. He leaped up and swung a palm toward Jared.

The imprint of his palm solidified, overwhelming Jared.

Upon seeing the situation, Nieva instantly leaped into the air. The temperature around them plummeted drastically. With a single strike of her palm, she directly shattered the frozen imprint of Terrence’s palm.

It was only then that Jared was spared from harm. Otherwise, if Terrence had hit him, Jared would have undoubtedly been injured, if not killed.

“Kill them!” As Terrence engaged in a duel with Nieva, Igor let out a fierce shout.

In an instant, everyone surged upward.

They had already prepared themselves and were unleashing waves of spiritual energy.

The Mueller family members had also taken action at the same time.

Just as a chaotic battle was on the verge of erupting, a ripple ran through the void. Following that, a figure materialized in mid- air.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Aiden was instantly filled with excitement. “Father!”

It was a projection of Nolan. He was probably aware that Aiden’s group visited Lunarius Palace for revenge, which had caused him to worry and come over.

“Denny, you’ve been too careless. You’re my only son left. What will I do if something happens to you? Go on and do what you need to do now. I’ll hold everyone else off,” Nolan addressed Aiden.

Over a thousand cultivators engaged in a fierce battle.

The air was thick with the palpable pulsations of spiritual energy. Every punch thrown and sword drawn by the cultivators was accompanied by a tremendous surge of spiritual power as if threatening to tear apart the very fabric of the universe. Their figures danced swiftly across the battlefield, elusive as specters. Each clash sparkled with dazzling bursts of energy, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The magical items and spiritual tools of the cultivators danced in the sky. Some streaked across the skies like shooting stars, others bore down with the weight of a massive mountain, while a few flickered uncertainly, as elusive as phantoms.

Every clash of the magical items sent out a deafening boom, causing the ground to tremble.

The radiance of the magical items intertwined, creating a dazzling sea of light that enveloped the entire battlefield.

The cries, roars, and incantations of the cultivators echoed back and forth, merging into a fervent symphony of battle.

Their faces were etched with resolve and madness, each pair of eyes shimmering with a fiery glow as if they were ready to unleash all their power.

On the battlefield, dust was swirling while smoke filled the air. Each time a cultivator fell, a burst of blood blossomed, staining the land a vivid red.