The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1448

Chapter 1448: Fighting the Golden Lake Avatar (IV) Chapter 1448: Fighting the Golden Lake Avatar (IV) As the warriors of the Gu Sect and the Golden Star Kingdom fought desperately to weaken the Golden Lake Avatar, Cain lingered far beneath the ocean of molten plasma.

Encased in his Fallen Archangel Battle Set, he stood amid the churning golden waves, the intense heat pressing against the armor’s protective enchantments.

Even with the Law of Water and the Law of Fire at his command, helping him reduce the pressure and heat, he could feel the suffocating temperature gnawing at his endurance.

His Concept of Life flared around him with vital energy, mending the gruesome wounds left by the Avatar’s titanic fist.

Although Ariel’s defensive maneuver and Cain’s own counter had diverted much of the blow’s momentum, the strike still carried overwhelming force, forcing Cain’s formidable body into a battered and bruised state.

He winced as pain lanced through his ribs, cracks slowly knitting themselves together.

Time was running short; each passing second beneath the golden plasma eroded his defenses.

Yet Cain’s focus never wavered.

His objective was clear-the Golden Lake Avatar’s spiritual core.

To reach that core, he would have to plunge directly through the Avatar’s massive body, pushing his way through layers of molten plasma so intense it could reduce him to ash in an instant.

Such a feat required careful timing, as even a slight mistake could end up with him dying.

Cain’s sharp eyes flicked toward the battlefield above, watching as the countless cultivators whittled away at the Avatar’s defenses.

The more they attacked and the more damage they caused, the easier his final strike would be.

To Cain, it mattered little how many of them died in the process.

The Golden Star Kingdom was his enemy, and the Gu Sect cultivators meant almost as little to him.

Their lives were expendable tools in this larger game.

His expression remained cold and detached, his grip tightening on the Spear of Doom, which pulsed with dark and fiery energy in response to his mounting resolve.

High above, the battle raged in fierce tumult.

Bolts of elemental power, arcs of Wind Star Force, and blasts of astral fire collided with the Golden Lake Avatar in a relentless assault.

The monstrous being, towering over the battlefield, responded with equal savagery.

Its colossal plasma whips flailed through the dome, carving searing wounds into any unfortunate enough to be caught in their path.

Every cultivator bore fresh injuries-deep burns or jagged cuts-evidence of the Avatar’s unstoppable wrath.

Blood and sweat soaked the air.

Despite their suffering, each warrior gritted their teeth and persisted.

Survival was all that mattered.

In the midst of this chaos, two figures shone brightest: Ariel, the Godslayer Human from the Gu Sect, and the golden dragon who led the Golden Star Kingdom’s forces.

Both radiated extraordinary power, their auras marking them as the strongest champions of their respective factions.

Recognizing this, the Avatar directed much of its focus toward them, bombarding them with a barrage of molten blows.

Pushed beyond their limits, Ariel and the golden dragon exchanged a resolute glance.

They had only one option left.

“Tempest Soaring Wrath!” Ariel shouted, his voice reverberating over the roar of molten plasma.

His Wind Star Power condensed into a fierce vortex, razor-sharp currents swirling around his fist.

He struck at the Avatar’s left flank with every ounce of strength he possessed.

Simultaneously, the golden dragon roared, his titanic form shimmering with astral brilliance.

“Dragon Final Descent!” he bellowed, hurling himself at near-lightspeed toward the Avatar’s right side, his energy concentrated into a single, devastating point of impact.

Both attacks struck home in an explosive collision.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Golden Lake Avatar roared in agony, its bellow so powerful it shook the dome itself.

Vast sections of its molten body were torn away, and the intense spiritual damage traveled deep into its core.

For a few electrifying seconds, the golden dome trembled, instilling a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the surviving cultivators.

Yet that hope was short-lived.

Despite its grievous injuries, the Avatar refused to fall.

Its regenerative powers roared to life, streams of molten plasma from the sea rushing to fill the gaping wounds.

Within moments, it glowed once again with a searing brilliance, signaling a renewed wave of devastation.

All the cultivators remember the torrent of golden flames from before, so they immediately move away from the Golde Lake Avatar, hoping to achieve enough distance to dodge the attacks.

Unfortunately, what came next was more powerful than simply a pillar of golden fire.

Seething torrents of flames erupted from the Golde Lake Avatar’s body in potent bursts, each surge devouring parts of its own form to amplify its power.

Wielding these flaming torrents with vengeful precision, the Avatar aimed to crush the remaining cultivators once and for all.

Ariel gritted his teeth, narrowly evading one pillar of fire and rushing to intercept another.

His eyes burned with frustration, his mind echoing with a single thought: “We were so close…” But before he could unleash his retaliation, disaster struck.

His energy reserves suddenly plummeted, robbing him of half his power in an instant.

Fear gripped his heart as he realized his connection to the Tower of Power had been severed.

“Impossible…” That was Ariel’s final thought before a roaring stream of golden fire slammed into him, incinerating his body in a blinding flash.

His remains, charred and unrecognizable, plummeted into the molten sea below.

Beneath the waves, Cain bore silent witness to Ariel’s demise without the slightest flicker of emotion.

His gaze was fixed inward on the immeasurable power now coursing through his veins.

By severing Ariel’s bond to the Tower of Power, Cain had drawn its energy into himself.

The rush of strength was amazing, but he did not lose focus.  It was time to end this.

Cain braced himself.

The Spear of Doom pulsed with ferocious intent, resonating with the thunderous beat of his heart.

The molten plasma around him swirled restlessly as though sensing the lethal force about to be unleashed.

With a single burst, he dived forward, right beneath the Golde Lake Avatar.

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