Chapter 327 Chapter 327: Floor 3 Monsters Descended (part 2)
?Seeing the dire situation unfold, Kaelar, his voice resonating with urgency, shouted above the chaos, "Everyone, go back to the city, and... And take refuge in the tower. This is the end; we can't defend our homeland anymore!" Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of impending defeat. The cultivators, once unified in their resistance, now faced the harsh reality that their efforts were futile against the overwhelming might of the celestial monsters. The order reverberated across the battlefield, reaching the ears of both humans and demons alike.
As Kaelar's command echoed, a wave of desperation swept through the remaining combatants. The once orderly retreat turned into a frantic rush, a chaotic exodus towards the city gates. The injured limped, the exhausted stumbled, and those still engaged in battle reluctantly disengaged to join the mass retreat.
The city gates, initially designed for orderly passage, became chokepoints as the sheer number of people attempting to enter overwhelmed the available space. Desperation and panic fueled the surge, leading to tragic casualties. Some unfortunate souls were trampled underfoot, while others fell victim to the frenzied stampede.
Amidst the pandemonium, Kaelar, still struggling against the unseen force, watched the tragic scene unfold. His heart weighed heavy with the knowledge that countless lives were lost in the desperate attempt to seek refuge. The celestial monsters, indifferent to the plight of those below, continued their dance of destruction.
A small group of defiant individuals, driven by the remnants of hope or sheer determination, chose to remain on the battlefield. Their faces marked by grim resolve, they faced the approaching monsters with weapons drawn, knowing the odds were insurmountable. Their futile defiance served as a testament to the indomitable spirit that lingered even in the face of impending doom.
Elara, her golden eyes widening with a mix of shock and understanding, nodded in acknowledgment. The Grand Elder, a pillar of wisdom and strength, moved with a grace that belied his age. With a decisive breath, he unleashed the depths of his profound cultivation, creating an ethereal aura that enveloped him.
A collective gasp swept through the onlookers as the Grand Elder channeled his energy, a radiant display of sacrifice to protect the young miss Althea. Elara, though no stranger to the rigors of cultivation, found herself momentarily awestruck by the magnitude of the Grand Elder's selfless act.
In the blink of an eye, a surge of celestial power erupted from the Grand Elder's form. It manifested in a dazzling display, akin to the brilliance of a supernova, challenging the very essence of the approaching Skyhunter.
In a final act of selflessness, the Grand Elder released the culmination of his cultivation. The celestial energies collided with the oncoming Skyhunter, creating a burst of dazzling light that enveloped them both. The shockwave reverberated through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still.
When the luminous display subsided, the Skyhunter, though bearing a mere scratch, found itself flung away from the crowd. The Grand Elder, his figure now ethereal and fading. His sacrifice, a testament to the unwavering dedication of a cultivator protecting his kin, left a profound silence in its wake.
Yet, the Skyhunter, undeterred by the sacrificial display, managed to halt itself mid-flight, its eyes gleaming with anger and determination. With newfound vigor, it redirected its course and rushed towards Elara with an intensified predatory fervor.
However, the Skyhunter, fueled by primal anger, managed to halt its forced retreat. With a snarl, it redirected its trajectory, fury burning in its eyes as it resumed its relentless pursuit of Elara. The crowd, having witnessed the Grand Elder's sacrifice, recoiled in fear as the celestial menace bore down on them once more.
In the face of imminent danger, Elara, undeterred by the relentless advance of the Skyhunter, swiftly drew a radiant sword from a scabbard at her side. The weapon, a relic from the tower where her grandfather had sacrificed himself to protect her, gleamed with a shining silver blade. Intricate holy runes adorned its surface, pulsating with a gentle, ethereal light.
The hilt, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, was adorned with glittering gems inlaid in gold. The guard took the shape of angelic wings, a symbol of divine protection. Elara, gripping the sword with a determined resolve, whispered to the ancient weapon, "Please lend me your strength, just this time."