Chapter 179 - 29th Floor
Light exploded outward.
From the center of the radiance, the Elven Princess emerged in full battle attire—her elegant form wrapped in flowing robes lined with mana-thread, long silver hair dancing behind her, and her hands already summoning her famed elemental bow.
Rambo growled beside them, his claws digging into the ground, wings flaring open with anticipation. Blood magic coiled around his horns in readiness.
Ethan stood between them, shoulders squared, elemental energy rising to meet the threat. Fire pulsed in his veins. Ice whispered through his bones. The battlefield would be theirs or it would bury them beneath a hundred enemies.
"Let’s clean this floor," Ethan said.
And then the enemy began to move.
The moment Ethan gave the command, the entire battlefield ignited into chaos.
The Peak-Saint human surged forward like a comet, his fist cloaked in blazing, condensed energy. Every step he took cracked the floor beneath him, the weight of his power turning solid stone into dust. He didn’t wait. He didn’t hesitate.
His first punch created a shockwave so intense it split the air in two, forcing Ethan to duck and roll aside while the Elven Princess formed a barrier of reinforced air to shield Rambo from the edge of the blast. The force carved a crater into the floor where Ethan had stood.
"He’s fast!" Ethan snapped, already moving.
Behind the Peak-Saint, the low-saint humans charged in a coordinated stampede. One hundred figures, each radiating supernatural strength, their muscles coiled with tension, eyes glazed over with mindless determination. Their talent clearly amplified their physical abilities beyond the norm—each step forward was like a predator lunging for the kill.
Ethan saw the tide, felt the impending crush of a hundred warriors converging.