Berserk Abyss Hole (3)

The elders, along with Velkar Malachor, fought furiously as wave after wave of Abyss Beasts and grotesque humanoid monsters poured out from the gate. The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, the crackling of spells, and the thick stench of blood.

The oppressive Abyss Mana swirled around them like a storm, dark and dense, birthing even more twisted creatures from the depths of the Abyss Hole.

Velkar moved with the precision and lethal efficiency of an eight-star cultivator, his face a mask of fury tempered by cold calculation.

His blade tore through the Abyss Beasts, each swing sharp and deliberate, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake.