Of course, the power and suicidal drive of the Sage Tier Elentals did not deter the Sky Seed Depravitas.
The next to make his move was the Depravita of Greed.
Ouroboros’ cold eyes glead as his muscles bulged, an imnse surge of strength coursing through his limbs. The runes covering his body flared with power, radiating an ominous glow.
"ZNNNNNNNNNNN!"
In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished, reappearing instantly in front of an Elental. With a devastating uppercut that carried the full montum of his dive, he struck.
"BOOOM!"
A thunderous explosion erupted as the white werewolf’s fist obliterated the Elental’s head. However, before he could even register his victory, arcs of lightning crackled as two more Elentals moved in from both sides, aiming to crush him in a pincer attack.
Their lightning-fueled power allowed them to move at an astonishing speed despite their massive size. But even that Lightning Speed was too slow.
"BOOOOOOMMMMM!"
A massive explosion shook the battlefield as the Elentals’ rocky fists crashed down on the spot where the werewolf had stood—but they struck nothing but the ground. In the next second, a dagger flashed through their necks, cutting the rock as if made of butter and separating their heads from the rest of their bodies.
Ouroboros’ eyes were sharper than steel, his body a blur as he lunged from one target to the next, each of his attacks shattering these colossal monsters. His Lupus Tempestas might not have directly increased his raw strength, but by maximizing montum and speed, each punch and kick landed with catastrophic force, not to ntion that his dagger cut through the Elental’s rocky body as if they were made of snow.
In less than ten seconds, Ouroboros had felled just as many Elentals as Jormungandr had with his energy cannon.
Yet, the Elentals were utterly fearless, and their high level granted them a variety of powerful abilities.
A dozen of them suddenly broke apart into countless smaller rocks, which then reassembled, their lightning crackling as they fused into a monstrous wave of stone and electricity. The enormous surge of power rushed toward the white werewolf, seeking to overwhelm even his incredible speed through sheer mass.
Ouroboros saw the wave approaching, but his eyes remained calm.
Before the wave of stone and lightning could engulf him, a figure fifty ters tall, wreathed in ice and fire, crashed into it.
On one side was a titanic wave, more than five hundred ters tall, brimming with an overwhelming destructive energy that could easily reduce a city to dust. On the other side stood a dragon, roughly the size of a small building. Logically, the outco should have been obvious—such a massive force should have crushed the lone figure beneath it.
Yet when they collided, an explosion of fire, ice, and lightning spread in all directions, and neither force could overwhelm the other.
"ROOOOAAARRRR!"
Fafnir’s eyes burned with unyielding will and pure killing intent as he roared. A surge of Depravita Aura coursed through his massive body, amplifying his already monstrous strength. With an earth-shaking movent, he broke through the Lightning Elental Wave!
The Depravita of Envy did not stop there. Riding the montum of his dive, he blasted into a group of Elentals, shattering them to pieces before surging forward, his arms and tail reducing everything in his path to rubble.
Unlike Ouroboros, his speed was not overwhelming, making it impossible for him to dodge the Elentals’ lightning-speed attacks. The creatures imdiately exploited this weakness.
One of them appeared behind the dragon, striking at the back of his head—a weak point for nearly all living beings.
Yet, Fafnir barely trembled.
The blow, despite being at point-blank range, barely phased him. He did not even spare the Elental a glance before his tail lashed out, obliterating it instantly.
The Depravita of Greed, with his divine speed, and the Depravita of Envy, with his near-invulnerability, were like a scythe, cutting through the ranks of Elentals without pause. The battlefield beca a slaughterhouse, and their killing speed only increased as plasma beams began to rain down from above.
Every second, half a dozen plasma blasts crashed into the battlefield.
The one unleashing these deadly attacks was the small yellow cat hovering in the sky.
Jormungandr’s golden eyes were cold and rciless as a halo of six plasma spheres revolved around him. Every few seconds, one would descend at a blinding speed, striking with such imnse force that the kinetic energy alone triggered massive explosions. Imdiately after impact, the plasma orbs would reform and fire again, creating an unrelenting barrage of destruction.
The speed and sheer firepower of his spellcasting were staggering.
The other teams, watching from a distance, could not hide their awe. Their gazes flickered between the dragon, the werewolf, and the small yellow cat, their eyes filled with admiration and wariness.
The raw speed, endurance, and casting ability of the trio placed them among the higher tiers of the Sage Tier.
Of course, nearly all present were exceptional in their own right. However, what set them apart was how they accomplished this without relying on the power of the Laws.
This realization left a lingering thought in the minds of those watching.
If they were this strong now... how powerful would they beco once they channeled the true force of the cosmic Laws?
Among those watching, Decimus clenched his teeth.
He could feel the overwhelming, ferocious, youthful energy radiating from the Sky Seed Depravitas, and it ignited a deep-seated anger within him.
It was an undeniable universal truth that potential was at its highest during youth. And the trio had an imnse amount of room for growth.
His frustration grew as his eyes turned toward Vlad.
He wanted to see what kind of strength the leader of the Depravitas had.
And he was not the only one.
Every other team, whether they admitted it or not, had their eyes on Vlad.
They wanted to see the true power of the man who led the monsters they had just witnessed in action.
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