Chapter 671: First victory
A small smile crept across Vlad’s face as he perceived the power unleashed by Jormugandr. The Law of Life—one of the most profound and mysterious of all Laws—was not typically associated with destruction.
Yet, when wielded with insight and creativity, it could bring about devastation on a cataclysmic scale. Jormugandr had mastered that balance.
Though Vlad felt pride for his friend, he couldn’t afford the luxury of distraction. He was now face-to-face with two Half-Step Legend Voroe, each radiating a terrifying aura and enough power to turn the tide of the battlefield had they been free to engage elsewhere.
However, Vlad’s presence, and more importantly, his control over the Law of Space, demanded their full attention. Left unchecked, he could kill Sages every few seconds, tearing through their forces like a blade through silk.
The first of the two was a colossal lion-like humanoid, his muscular body wrapped in golden fur that shimmered with internal power. His claws resembled crystalline daggers—long, deadly, and etched with runes.
A radiant golden glow surrounded him, pulsating with a pressure so intense it made the air ripple.
This aura didn’t only amplify his physical strength—it acted as a barrier, greatly enhancing his endurance and making his flesh nearly impervious to ordinary blades.
The second Voroe was a towering, gnarled entity—a living tree shaped into humanoid form. His body was made of hardened, bark-like flesh interwoven with glowing brown orbs embedded in his torso and limbs.
A massive wooden club, formed seemingly from his own living mass, was clenched tightly in one hand.
He exuded the essence of the Law of Earth: pressure, resilience, and relentless vitality.
The battlefield around them blurred as the three powerhouses engaged in a violent dance of power and blood.