The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1447

Chapter 1447: Fighting the Golde Lake Avatar (III) Chapter 1447: Fighting the Golde Lake Avatar (III) The Golden Lake Avatar’s wrathful gaze locked onto Ariel, its massive molten fist descending with unrelenting force.

The Godslayer Human had pushed himself to his limits, barely avoiding the barrage of golden fire pillars, and now, as the fist loomed over him, he realized it was too late to evade.

Ariel’s eyes widened as he assessed the incoming blow, his instincts screaming of imminent death.

Yet, within the next heartbeat, his expression hardened.

A decisive glint flashed in his eyes as he roared, channeling every ounce of his Star Power into a final gambit.

His body radiated with the brilliance of a supernova, spinning wildly as he conjured a rotating wind barrier around himself.

“BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!” A deafening explosion echoed across the battlefield as the Golden Lake Avatar’s colossal fist collided with Ariel’s spinning Wind Star Force.

The barrier held for a fleeting moment, deflecting the trajectory of the molten blow.

Gasps of awe rippled through the onlookers as they witnessed Ariel’s daring maneuver save him from certain death.

However, the redirected fist did not simply dissipate-it hurtled toward another target.

This time, it was aimed directly at Cain.

Cain’s sharp gaze locked onto the incoming attack.

Even with The Flow heightening his senses, there wasn’t enough time to dodge or redirect the blow.

Whether this was Ariel’s calculated move to shift danger onto him or mere misfortune, it no longer mattered.

His survival now depended on his ability to act decisively.

As the molten fist bore down upon him, time seemed to slow.

Cain’s mind worked at full capacity, analyzing the battlefield and weighing his options.

Escape was impossible, and blocking the attack meant taking it head-on.

Yet, amidst the chaos, he saw an opportunity-a way to turn the devastating blow to his advantage.

“ARGGHHHH!” Cain unleashed a thunderous roar, his muscles bulging and nearly doubling in size as the Concept of Rage exploded outward, its raw power radiating from his body like a storm.

His overwhelming aura drew the stunned attention of every cultivator present.

“A Concept Master!” The words echoed in the minds of the onlookers.

While all the cultivators present had reached Mind Over Soul, most relied heavily on their cultivation paths to power up their Ego Wave, leaving their Ego Eternal Path of Power underdeveloped.

The strength of their Concepts was minimal, serving only as minor support.

But Cain was unlike them.

His mastery of the Concept of Rage was potent enough to empower even a Late Divine Transcendence cultivation, setting him apart as an extraordinary force.

Unconcerned by their reactions, Cain poured his newfound strength into the Spear of Doom, focusing all his energy and willpower into a single, decisive strike.

The size disparity between the molten fist and Cain’s spear was staggering-the comparison akin to a mosquito against a human hand.

Yet, as the spear and fist collided, the resulting kinetic explosion sent shockwaves reverberating across the golden dome.

Flames and energy erupted in all directions, temporarily blinding the battlefield.

For a brief second, Cain held his ground, his spear holding the Avatar’s fist at bay.

But the sheer, overwhelming power of the gargantuan entity was too much.

With a final surge of force, Cain was blasted away, his body engulfed in golden flames that seared his flesh.

The counterstrike wasn’t without effect.

Cain’s attack diminished much of the momentum behind the molten fist, but the impact still sent him hurtling uncontrollably across the battlefield.

His path was chaotic and unyielding, and it wasn’t long before he collided directly with another figure.

The unfortunate recipient of Cain’s momentum was a young Anima, her form battered and broken from the earlier bombardment of fire pillars.

One of the molten attacks had incinerated her arm, leaving her grievously wounded and unable to react as Cain’s flaming body crashed into her with full force.

Together, Cain and the Anima tumbled into the molten plasma below, their impact sending ripples through the golden sea.

The cultivators from both factions watched the scene unfold, their expressions a mix of shock and dismay.

Those from the Night Prince’s faction recognized the fallen Anima as Zafira, the strategist of their group.

Though a flicker of concern crossed their faces, none went after the women.

In truth, many had already resigned themselves to Zafira’s fate.

The battle against the Golden Lake Avatar was far too fierce, and she had entered the fray as merely an Early Divine Transcendence Master, a level far too weak to survive such overwhelming chaos.

Previously, her comrades had protected her during the battle against the Golde Star Kingdom, but now, with survival being paramount, everyone was on their own.

The fall of Cain and Zafira into the golden plasma caused a ripple of unease, but there was no time for the cultivators to dwell on it.

The Golden Lake Avatar roared, its fury reaching new heights.

Its massive arms trembled before splitting into dozens of molten plasma whips, each one lashing across the battlefield with terrifying speed and force.

At the same time, waves of oppressive heat radiated from its body, threatening to incinerate anyone caught off guard.

The sheer intensity of the heat forced the cultivators to strengthen their energy defenses.

Even so, their faces twisted in apprehension as the Avatar displayed greater control over its abilities, becoming deadlier with each passing moment.

If they couldn’t wound it enough to break free of the plasma dome soon, their fate was sealed.

“Keep fighting!” “Attack with everything you have!” Ariel and the golden dragon shouted commands, their voices filled with urgency as they tried to rally their forces.

However, the situation continued to deteriorate.

Despite their desperate efforts, it was clear that every cultivator was already giving their all, and the odds only seemed to worsen.

Molten plasma whips struck the battlefield with unrelenting fury, forcing the warriors to scatter.

Every lash left massive scorch marks, while even a glancing blow could shatter shields and leave deep wounds.

The golden flames devoured the air, filling the dome with suffocating heat.

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