The elders, along with Velkar Malachor, fought furiously as wave after wave of Abyss Beasts and grotesque humanoid monsters poured out from the gate. The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, the crackling of spells, and the thick stench of blood.
The oppressive Abyss Mana swirled around them like a storm, dark and dense, birthing even more twisted creatures from the depths of the Abyss Hole.
Velkar moved with the precision and lethal efficiency of an eight-star cultivator, his face a mask of fury tempered by cold calculation.
His blade tore through the Abyss Beasts, each swing sharp and deliberate, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake.
