Somewhat he tral region of the fifth floor, ah-shaking battle was taking pce. On one side were several hundred pnt-type life forms of varying shapes and sizes, but the thing they all had in on was that, without fail, ead every one of them was at the middle stages of the saint realm.

  Leading them was an enormous green female humanoid creature who stood over 10 meters tall. Her body was formed by tless interseg vines and tendrils of grass, each of which seemed to have the thiess of a human arm. Her name was Lachapelle, and she was one of the prime saints whned supreme on the fifth floor.

  And opposing this small army of pnt-type monsters were Ace, Leona, and Amira. It had been almost a year sihe trio had made it to the fifth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods, and as one would expect from talents of their level, their progress had been nothing short of astounding – as one could see from the fact that they were able to hold off such a rge and powerful for their own.

  Leona was surrounded by these colossal creatures, with their thick, woody trunks and numerous writhing vines, but Leona was no lohe Divi she once was. Her time spent on the fifth floor had transformed her, grantirength beyond imagination. With a powerful, muscur body that matched the might of a Magical Beast at the Prime Saint rank, she faced the pnt monsters with unmatched vigour.

  Each swipe of her massive paws sent the monstrous flora crashing to the ground. Her cws tore through the woody defences of her enemies as though they were nothing but paper-maché, and her ferocious roars echoed through the jungle. She was a force of nature herself, a true apex predator amidst the rown greenery.

  Her fmes danced and flickered, each trolled with a level of mastery that rivalled Ace's own after her insights into the Law of Fire's Profound Mystery of the Essence of Fire had finally reached pletion, allowio manipute the shape and size of her fiery arsenal with unpreted precision.

  Burning tendrils of fme reached out, searing through the pnt monsters with calcuted devastation. The jungle arouransformed into a fiery battleground as her fmes wove through the air, creating a spectacle of radiaru.

  The pnt monsters, despite their size and numbers, were powerless before Leona's might. Their vines, once menag, now seemed feeble and insignifit as they crumbled to ash and embers under her relentless assault.

  On the opposite side was Amira, who, like Leona, was surrounded by t pnt-type monsters. Their massive, gnarled vines and thorny foliage reached out menagly, ready to ensnare and devour anyone who dared to veo their territory. But Amira was no ordinary intruder; she had transded her previous limits and was now a force to be reed with.

  Her cultivation level hadn't improved signifitly in the past year, but her strength had taken a giant leap forward. Her insights into the Law of Light's Profound Mystery of Lightspeed had reached the level of a peak saint. With this newfound uanding, her movements became a blur, and her rea time was nearly instantaneous.

  However, her most impressive breakthrough came in her mastery of the Law of Wind's Profound Mystery of Velocity. It had surged to the level of a prime saint, allowio manipute the very air arouo achieve unparalleled speed and agility. Amira's presen the jungle was marked by graceful, swift movements that seemed to somewhat defy the ws of nature.

  Yet, it was the evolution of her [Bright Sky Sword Art] that truly set her apart. Her [Bright Stance], which harhe cepts of the ws of light, had been refined and perfected. It made her swordsmanship pure, fast, and remarkably precise. But what brought Amira the most satisfa was the creation of her [Sky Stance].

  Drawing inspiration from the cepts of the ws of wind, her [Sky Stance] was a revetion in her swordsmanship. It made her movements not just fast but lightning-quick. Her strikes became sharper, eae slig through the air with unparalleled grad precision. She moved with the fluidity of the wind itself, atacks seemed to flow like a gentle breeze one moment and strike like a fierce gust the . Her swordsmanship was now seemingly uered, unhindered by the straints of traditional forms.

  Even more impressive was her ability to seamlessly use both her [Bright Stance] and [Sky Sta the same time. One sword wielding the incredibly quid pure light-based cepts and the other harnessing the swift and graceful principles of wind; it was as if two different swordsmen were w in perfect tandem. Her dual swordsmanship was a dance of duality, a masterful fusion of light and wind that left her enemies bewildered and uo anticipate her move.

  Her bdes danced and wove through the chaos of the jungle. Vines and foliage were effortlessly cut, leaving a path of destru in her wake. The pnt monsters, despite their size and numbers, were powerless against the blinding speed and deadly precision of her swordsmanship.

  As for Ace, it was he who took oask of fag the prime saint-level tyrannical creature that was Lachapelle.

  “See,” Ace smirked as he floated before the t creature. “I told you it didn’t matter how many helpers you found; they wouldn’t be a maty partners.”

  This wasn’t the first time Ad Lachapelle would be fag off against each other; in fact, it was the third.

  Their first face-off was a few months ago, just after Ace’s power finally reached the level of a prime saint.

  At the time, Ace found that despite his ret improvements, he was still suppressed against this particur prime saint. Had it not been for the timely interferenira and Leona, things could have ended up a lot worse.

  Thankfully, Lachapelle only had a couple dozen underlings under her at the time, making it easy for Amira and Leona to defeat them and rush to support Ace.

  With the tri together, they were able to barely suppress Lachapelle. Unfortunately, killing her was all but impossible because of her incredible ability to heal from virtually every injury, a feat that, despite making things ten times harder, made Ace over 100 times more excited aermined.

  It had to be remembered that aside from simply improving his strength, Ace's oal in the Necropolis of the Gods was to find the Pearl of Life to help heal his master's injuries.

  He had long since learnt from Beirut that the Pearl of Life gras user near instant regeion, so as long as the user's soul was not damaged, it was near impossible for them to die. The only way for a user of a Pearl of Life to die is to have their body pletely destroyed in a siack before they regee.

  So, it was no mystery as to why Ace was so excited after seeing her healing abilities.

  Still, as they were back then, killing Lachapelle was impossible. As such, they allowed Lachapelle to escape so they could go off and improve their strength.

  In their sed battle, although they had improved and were finally capable of steadily suppressing the tyrannical pnt creature, killing her was still impossible, but now, Ace finally felt as though things were different. What none of them had foreseen, though, was that after their sed battle, Lachapelle would go off and collect a small army of her own to help her resist and even kill Ad his group.

  She knew Amira and Leona’s strength quite well by that point, so she was fident that her new subordinates would be able to slowly wear them down; unfortunately, the breakthroughs both Leona and Amira made them virtually unstoppable to creatures at that level – especially Leona after breaking through to the saint rank. Lachapelle felt that if not for her Pearl of Life, fet Ace, she didn’t know if she would be able to defeat Leona.

  Seeing her subordinates behind decimated en masse, Lachapelle could only grit her teeth furiously as she gred back at Ace, her heart poundilessly as an overwhelming feeling of fear enveloped her.

  After getting her hands on the Pearl of Life, it had been a long time since Lachapelle had felt the threat of death, but to say she was feeling it today was the uatement of the tury.

  She khat even if Ace hadn’t improved siheir st fight, like his panions, he was already no weaker than her. All he had to do was drag things out until his panions had fiheir fights, at which point all she could do ray that they were still incapable of destroying her body in one go and actually killing her.

  Still, all of that redicated on Ace having not grown any stronger, and seeing the fident smirk that hung on his lips…

  ‘If today really is the day I die, I refuse to let this brat feel aer!’ Lachapelle roared in her mind as she waved her giant hands in Ace’s dire.

  Her vines reached out like serpents, their tips sharpeo needle-like points, seeking to pierce his obsidian armoured skin. Her eyes glinted with frantic determination as she unleashed her pnt-based powers.

  As the vines neared him, Ace felt the air around him strict, making it harder for him to move freely. Still, his smile never disappeared.

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