Chapter 325: Battle at Different Fronts
Around them, the Tigerkin Dukes engaged furiously against their Lionkin counterparts, the intensity of their clashes creating turbulent whirlwinds of energy.
The instant the two armies collided, the once-desolate battlefield exploded into a violent tempest of roaring soldiers, clashing steel, and dazzling spells. Orion felt adrenaline surge through his veins, sharpening his senses and amplifying his resolve.
His gaze quickly locked onto a figure barreling towards him. One of the anomaly’s generals, tall, muscular, and radiating a primal savagery.
The general’s skin was an eerie, luminescent grey, and his eyes burned crimson beneath a furrowed brow. In his massive grip, he wielded a pair of intimidating axes, glowing faintly with a corrupted, malevolent aura.
Orion dashed forward without hesitation, his dual longswords already shimmering with powerful sword aura, both swords enveloped in blazing red flames.
They collided with a resonant crash. The general swung both axes down ferociously, aiming to cleave Orion in half. Orion crossed his dual swords above, barely parrying the powerful blow. The shockwave shattered the earth beneath him, sending debris flying outward.
"Tch," Orion muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. He immediately counterattacked, spinning swiftly, his blades trailing arcs of fire. The enemy general deftly stepped back, avoiding the blazing sweep, a sinister grin forming on his lips.
"Interesting... You’re stronger than you appear, especially your body," the general rumbled, his deep voice laced with arrogant amusement. "But mere humans can’t match me!"
Orion calmed his breath, quickly assessing the situation. The opponent was clearly an apex warrior, radiating strength equivalent to or even surpassing the peak of Tier 7. To defeat him swiftly, Orion would need every ounce of his strength.
Nearby, Arya faced her own daunting opponent alongside Emilia. Arya’s violet eyes flickered with determination, her staff radiating soft golden and electric light. Emilia stood at her side, spear crackling with lightning, her aura icy yet focused.
Their adversary was a female general, slender yet menacing, her movements disturbingly graceful. Her long silver hair fluttered behind her as she approached, a whip coiled around her hand, filled with dark electricity, pulsing dangerously.
Without warning, the female general snapped her whip forward, sending a serpentine bolt of dark thunder toward Arya.