In the sky, swirling distorted green leaves melted together, continuously raining down onto the fleshy ground until the entire space was completely covered.

This place was the twenty-ninth floor of the Monster Rift.

[Verdant Sky Path]

Sharp, twisted dead trees rose densely from the green fleshy ground, their branches forking like the arms of dried corpses.

A team of demi-humans wearing bone armor marched forward in formation. Each held a blade in hand, their eyes determined yet calm.

They had traversed many floors and fought various ferocious monsters. Although the Beast Guild had cleared many monsters from the lower levels, strange new creatures continued to spawn endlessly within the rift.

Despite their armor being stained with purple blood and strange liquids dripping from their blades, no one in the team showed signs of fatigue. Their eyes remained bright and full of energy.

In less than a day, this demi-human team had explored up to the twenty-ninth floor of the Monster Rift.

The deeper they ventured, the stronger the monsters became. The early floors only spawned low-level monsters that were like weeds before their well-equipped team. But as they approached the thirtieth floor, the monsters grew increasingly powerful, reaching third-tier strength.

This place was like an endless monster-generating machine.

Suddenly, over a dozen powerful monsters burst forth from the fleshy ground. They waved sharp claws and extended 6-10 feet long feeding tubes, staring at the demi-humans before them. Their massive bodies appeared particularly strange under the all-encompassing green light, making their original colors indiscernible.

Dragging their slug-like lower bodies, they slowly approached the demi-humans.

Seeing the approaching monsters, the demi-humans exchanged glances. Their long formation dispersed and reformed into two concentric circles. They held their blades at the ready, cold light flashing in their eyes.

The monsters thrust their feeding tubes forward, attempting to pierce the demi-humans' chests. At the moment of crisis, the inner circle of demi-humans swung their blades, instantly severing the elongated tubes.

Dozens of monsters recoiled in pain, their eyes turning blood-red. They retracted their green-blood-dripping feeding tubes and raised their claws, quickly twisting their bodies around the dense dead trees to assault the formation.

The outer circle of demi-humans flipped their bodies, maneuvering their blades to cut the tendons of the attacking monsters before stabbing them in the back of the neck.

The remaining demi-humans seized their opportunity, intercepting the monsters' attacks and swiftly bending down to thrust their blades into the monsters' chests.

With a violent downward tear from both front and back, a third-tier monster was instantly ripped in half! Green blood gushed forth, staining the already greenish ground nearly black.

In the blink of an eye, all the monsters were dispatched. The team had experienced countless such encounters and had become extremely proficient in dealing with monsters, handling them with increasing ease compared to when they first arrived.

Gwen and Elsa did not participate in the fight. For them, even third-tier monsters were too simple - they could handle a dozen such creatures with a single strike. If they were to fight, the team would face no challenging battles, which would be counterproductive for training purposes.

Gwen stayed close to Aurelianne's side. She would only intervene when absolutely necessary to ensure the princess's safety.

After dealing with the monsters, the team continued forward until they reached the stairs leading to the thirtieth floor. Beyond these stairs lay the thirtieth floor of the Monster Rift - the end of the Verdant Sky Path.

[Green Prison]

Before the entrance, the dead trees erupting from the ground became even more twisted and absurd. Faces contorted in agony were embedded in the wood, emanating an eerie glow.

The demi-humans stood in place, awaiting Gwen's orders. Beyond the thirtieth floor, entering the thirty-first floor would lead to the lower levels of the Abyss. The monsters there would be even stronger, with possible encounters with fourth-tier creatures.

Despite their powerful equipment and abundant combat experience, dealing with terrifying fourth-tier monsters would still be extremely challenging. Therefore, their mission was to explore only to the end of the thirtieth floor. They would not proceed to the thirty-first floor.

The team formed into a long formation, preparing to advance deeper.

Suddenly, Cocotte, who had been sleeping on a cloud, sneezed and felt her hair stand on end. A chill ran from her feet throughout her entire body.

Aurelianne noticed Cocotte's discomfort and asked with concern:

"Councilor Yade, are you feeling unwell?"

Although Cocotte was no longer a member of the Mage Council, those who knew her identity still respectfully addressed her as 'Councilor Yade'.

Cocotte sat up straight, blinking her eyes drowsily.

"Something feels strange, like my father is fighting with my father - that kind of weird feeling."

Aurelianne: "?"

As everyone knew, elves had no parents.

Therefore, Aurelianne couldn't understand Cocotte's abstract description.

Fortunately, Cocotte had become more alert. Realizing the oddity of what she'd said while drowsy, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

She scratched the back of her head, chuckling: "Oh my, don't mind that. It's just how we elves show respect to natural forces."

Elves were born from nature and derived their power from nature. Wind, water, earth, wood, fire, and lightning - the six natural elements were nature's gifts to the elves.

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And now she could clearly sense three elements in the Abyss violently surging.

She could understand the turbulence of fire and wood elements, knowing Viktor was in the Abyss and having witnessed his fighting style.

But that wind element... she couldn't comprehend.

Could there be some unprecedented battle of calamities raging in the skies above?

Suddenly, Cocotte seemed to understand why Viktor had left early.

The Calamity Slayer truly lived up to his name...

But Aurelianne remained puzzled.

Cocotte just smiled at the girl who was over a hundred years her junior and calmly said:

"Your teacher is doing something momentous. We can't fall too far behind."

"Let's continue forward."

She had a strange premonition.

Perhaps Viktor had known something in advance, which was why he had her accompany this young girl into the depths of the Abyss.

The thirtieth floor underground.

What did Viktor intend by specifically designating this special level?

Perhaps only by entering would they know the answer.

Hearing Cocotte's words, Aurelianne's eyes also grew more determined.

Looking at the more terrifying scene beyond the gate, she showed no fear.

Walking down the flights of stairs, everyone passed through a twisted green gate. The surrounding space became unstable, the green growing thicker, its churning colors becoming more agitated.

The four colossal beasts clashed violently in the sky, causing the entire space to tremble continuously as the battle reached a stalemate.

Sun-like flames ignited the dense branches, surging toward the gloomy storm. A spiraling fire tornado suddenly erupted upward.

The powerful wind waves became scorching hot. The green leaves caught in the air seemed to transform into sparks and blades, carving shocking purple wounds across the flesh-covered ground.

"What... what is this? The apocalypse...?"

The adventurers sat far away in the spectator seats, staring blankly at the terrifying scene before them.

They couldn't control their bodies to leave, and no one dared to depart.

Under this apocalyptic battle, anyone who left the protection of the spectator seats would be torn to ashes by the aftermath of this epic combat.

However, Viktor, who had summoned all these giant beasts, stood motionless like a statue, quietly observing the battle.

The white giant bird carrying him appeared incredibly small and fragile compared to the four indescribable behemoths.

At this moment, Viktor resembled more of a summoner than a mage.

He had personally summoned beings as terrifying as those from the depths of the Abyss, and casually called forth two more earth-shaking powerful monsters.

The entire arena was completely overshadowed by these four awe-inspiring beasts.

They tore at each other, attempting to obliterate the entire space.

The Wood Avatar raised its gigantic body, reaching for the white dragon's form.

That hollow-eyed void creature twisted its tentacles toward the dragon's head.

Breaking through layers of storms, the Wood Avatar felt increasingly violent hurricanes. Its giant compound-eyed head looked skyward as a phosphorescent light burst from its body.

In an instant! Green filled the space behind it like a rippling lake, revealing thousands upon thousands of sharp spears, poised to strike.

With a wave of its massive hand, the dense rain of spears instantly obscured the purple sky, piercing through thick clouds toward the dragon.

Doragon's body twisted, its white scales rotating to deflect countless spears.

The storm gradually expanded, black shards forcing back several reaching tentacles.

Even the sharp wailing couldn't penetrate the overwhelming wind.

As the three behemoths attacked more fiercely, they gradually ascended skyward.

The Fire Avatar stood alone on the flesh-covered ground, looking up at the sky.

Its pupils contracted, filled with endless rage.

It could only launch two lava fireballs for symbolic damage when Doragon's surrounding hurricane slightly weakened and its body approached the ground.

The purple sky became utterly chaotic, the ground trembling continuously, spurting purple-black blood.

The Void Creation and Wood Avatar covered each other, constantly approaching the dragon, seizing opportunities to strike fiercely at its weak points.

Gradually, Doragon seemed to realize its advantage was slowly dissipating and actually considered retreating.

If it were just Viktor alone, Doragon could have fought him for much longer.

But now, the surrounding terrain couldn't be destroyed, and it had no numerical advantage.

Before it stood its kindred of the same origin, and even in terms of attack power, it was relatively weak.

Fortunately, their attacks landing on its body didn't produce any significant effect.

After all, Doragon's level far exceeded Viktor and his magical creations.

Even so, with each humiliating attack, it grew increasingly angry.

It was supposed to be the freest embodiment within the storm, so why was it reduced to such a predicament?

Finally... the surrounding storm seemed to gradually subside as it allowed the rain of arrows to strike its body.

Completely disregarding the pain.

The white scales gradually rose, absorbing all the storms into its body.

A faint white light flickered across Doragon's body, making the entire dragon form appear hazy.

[Sky Upheaval]

The next second, air currents suddenly erupted as a vortex appeared behind its body, stirring up flowing white mist.

Doragon coiled its body, transforming into a daylight meteor, piercing through the void space and violently charging toward the tentacle-waving Void Creation.

After all, it clearly remembered.

It was this monster before it that had driven it into desperate straits.

The Void Creation also sensed Doragon's hostility, purple mist spewing from the holes in its face and coiling around its body.

The tentacles with giant eyes stood uniformly before it, seemingly trying to block that terrifying impact.

But the high-speed air arrow pierced through everything, instantly severing the tentacles' ends, bursting black blood, and penetrating through that frail body's chest.

The air current began spreading throughout its body, as if threatening to burst it from within!

The Void Creation, like a broken-winged fly, was instantly knocked away, crashing straight into the rising walls around them.

BOOM!

Dust violently erupted, and seeing this overwhelming scene made the fourth-tier adventurers break out in cold sweat.

Fighting one against three and still maintaining such an advantage.

Indeed, that terrifying flying dragon proved more powerful.

But suddenly, their attention was drawn to a flash of red.

Looking toward the Fire Avatar Guledon standing on the flesh-covered ground, they felt extremely puzzled.

Why wasn't this lava-covered giant monster flying up to fight?

Everyone else was so fierce.

Why are you so weak in comparison?