The battle raged on beneath the towering shadow of the mountain, the air thick with Qi and the scent of blood and frost. The clash of power echoed through the valleys like thunder. Each time Lucas struck, the ground quaked and splintered beneath his feet, yet not a single one of his attacks left a lasting mark on the towering ascendant-ranked beasts before him. Their hides shimmered with silver energy, their roars shaking the air as they advanced with unrelenting fury.
His sword blazed with golden light as he slashed again and again, but the wounds he inflicted healed almost instantly. It was as though the beasts were feeding off something...something unseen and sinister. Lucas's eyes narrowed as he teleported from spot to spot, barely avoiding a massive wave of frost that shattered the earth where he once stood. In a flash of golden light, he reappeared behind one of the beasts and launched a heavy strike, but even that was repelled with brutal ease.
