The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1230

Chapter 1230: Coursing through the third level Chapter 1230: Coursing through the third level The pressure of the corrupting energy grew stronger the further they advanced through the chasm.

Each step felt heavier than the last, with the Depravita Aura thickening like an oppressive fog around them.

After five arduous minutes, they finally pierced through the chasm and reached the next level.

What lay before them could only be described as a massive, all-encompassing garden.

Towering black trees stretched to no end.

Thorny vines snaked across the ground, crisscrossing their path.

Flowers bloomed in deep reds and blacks, their petals velvety yet ominous.

The trees dripped with thick, crimson sap that smelled unmistakably of iron.

Some of the trees seemed almost sentient, shifting slightly as the dragons, saintesses, and angels appeared.

The three groups immediately raised their guards.

The memory of the blood vines from the first floor, which had taken the lives of two angels, was still fresh in their minds.

But before they could fully assess their surroundings, frowns appeared on their faces as the pressure of the Depravita Aura increased exponentially upon setting foot on the third level.

Annoyed expressions surfaced among the dragons and saintesses.

The power of the corrupting aura was pushing their abilities to their limits, but they managed to maintain focus.

However, the same could not be said for the angels.

Some began to move erratically, confusion and dismay clouding their faces as they struggled to concentrate.

It was clear that the weakness of the angels extended beyond battle prowess and survival skills; their methods for handling the corrupting essence were also less effective.

While most of the angels showed difficulty, Helios seemed impervious to the aura, his eyes glowing with silver flames.

“It doesn’t seem like they’ll be able to carry on,” Meylin said softly, her sharp eyes focused on the trembling angels.

Immediately, Helios’s voice cut through.

“There is no need to worry.

We will all march forward.” His tone was flat.

The Archangel did not even bother to glance at his struggling comrades, his eyes fixed ahead.

The saintesses and dragons exchanged glances, surprised by Helios’s blatant disregard for his own people and the angels’ simple nodding to his words without protest.

In the end, they all accepted it.

The saintesses had no special feelings for the angels and chose not to meddle in their affairs, while the dragons would gladly see them all perish.

If the angels had a leader who forced them into suicidal paths, the dragons would merely smile at their misfortune.

Cautiously, the dragons, saintesses, and angels moved forward, their eyes scanning in all directions, wary of the dangers the garden might present.

Flying above was not an option; the ceiling was covered in vines with razor-sharp thorns stretching endlessly, creating an impenetrable barrier.

It didn’t take long for enemies to emerge.

Blood vines slithered from the surroundings, similar to the ones from the first floor, attacking from all directions.

The vines lashed out like serpents, their tips barbed and dripping with crimson sap.

Luckily, these were weaker than the one on the first floor, and though difficult, the angels, dragons, and saintesses fought back effectively.

“Defensive formations!” Cain commanded, his scarlet scales shimmering as he unleashed a surge of powerful flames and lightning that set the vines ablaze, incinerating them.

The saintesses moved with practiced precision.

Amara swung her moonlit blade, arcs of silver light slicing through the vines with ease.

Meylin stood at the center, her eyes glowing as she channeled moonforce to create protective barriers around her companions.

The dragons unleashed their elemental breaths-fire, ice, lightning-burning and freezing the vines before they could strike.

Towering above the others, Cain released a torrent of scarlet flames that consumed wide swaths of vines, reducing them to ash.

The angels, though struggling, fought with determination, their eyes filled with desperate intensity as they followed Helios into the fray.

They unleashed bursts of fire and heat that scorched the encroaching vines.

However, it was evident they were expending a significant portion of their energy to keep the corruption at bay, weakening their offensive.

Helios remained aloof, a faint smirk on his face.

With a mere gesture, he emitted a wave of silver flames that disintegrated any vines daring to approach him.

As they pressed deeper into the Abyssal Garden, the enemies grew more diverse and bizarre.

They encountered twisted creatures that appeared to be a grotesque fusion of plants and beasts-flora infused with malevolent life.

Thorned creatures with bark-like armor charged at them, their eyes glowing with malice.

Zalgrim took to the skies just above the treetops, unleashing lightning bolts that struck down the plant-beasts below.

“They just keep coming!” he roared.

“Keep pushing forward!” Cain’s voice boomed.

“We can’t afford to be stalled here.” They navigated through fields of grasping roots that tried to ensnare their feet.

The saintesses used their moonforce to sense the safest paths, guiding the group around the worst of the traps.

At one point, the ground beneath them began to tremble.

From the earth erupted a massive worm-like creature made entirely of intertwined vines and thorns.

Its maw gaped wide, lined with rows of needle-like teeth dripping with corrosive sap.

Eldrick and Cain moved in tandem.

Eldrick launched a barrage of obsidian spikes, piercing the creature’s hide, while Cain delivered the decisive blow.

“Yin-Yang Lightning Fire Gluttonous Berserker Dragon Breath!” Cain roared, unleashing a devastating beam of energy that tore through the worm, obliterating it in a blinding explosion.

Despite the continuous onslaught, the group pressed on.

The corrupting aura grew denser, but they persevered, each member pushing their limits.

The angels began to lag behind, their movements sluggish.

One stumbled, nearly ensnared by a creeping vine, before a fellow angel intervened, slicing it apart.

Helios glanced back, his expression hardening.

“Do not falter now,” he commanded coldly, offering no assistance.

After what felt like hours of relentless combat, the oppressive forest began to thin.

The twisted trees gave way to a clearing bathed in an otherworldly glow.

At the center lay a calm and serene lake, its surface like glass reflecting the distorted ceiling above.

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