Abyssal Chronicles

"What... what kind of demons is this?!"

Staring at the sudden sea of thorns and swarm of bloody butterflies that seemed to come back to life amid the flames, both Dragon King Membeli and Heretia wore deeply grim expressions.

Before they could even make sense of the situation or react,

The sea of thorns erupted violently. Countless thorns burst from the ground and launched a lethal attack on the two unparalleled warriors. Although the thorns' attack was not as vivid as the dragon breath fire or the divine magic, the dense, chilling aura surrounding them and the suffocating oppression they brought were enough to make both of them feel the threat of death.

Apart from the thorns coming from the ground,

Above them, The bloody butterflies danced gracefully in the sky, forming a wave of red aura that surged towards them from all directions. Membeli's extraordinary intuition told him that either being entangled by the thorns or swallowed by the swarm of bloody butterflies would result in his downfall here.

There was no doubt; they were in a crisis unlike any they had faced before.

Compared to the challenges they faced while combating the Demon King with Anze, this was far more severe.

However,

As warriors who had survived countless life-and-death battles and reached this level of prowess, neither Membeli nor Heretia were ones to give up easily. The enemy was powerful, and resisting might leave them with a slim chance of survival, but not resisting would only await them a tragic end of being consumed and dying...

To evoke a miracle, one must not give up hope.

After taking a deep breath and suppressing the rising sense of despair within him,

Membeli's eyes hardened, and the magic power within him started to rage uncontrollably. Even his soul began to burn gradually, transforming into an endless source of energy that elevated his momentum.

Glancing at the blue-haired woman not far away who had already begun chanting a forbidden spell, Membeli let out an intense hysterical roar.

"Heretia! Let's go all out against these demons!"

Accompanied by a ground-shaking dragon roar,

The golden dragon unfurled its magnificent wings and transformed into a destructive golden meteor, charging towards the incoming swarm of butterflies! On the other side, Heretia clenched her teeth and forcefully shattered the silver staff in her hands!

Utilizing the divine artifact staff as a medium, she activated one of the most powerful divine magics on the continent—[Heavenly Judgment].

...

Faced with unprecedented evil, faced with a demons that could drag the entire continent into an abyss,

To prevent the world from plunging back into war, to avenge their fallen comrade, both unparalleled warriors had already abandoned any hope of survival. Holding a 'sink or swim' mindset, they unleashed their full power and launched an attack on the swarm of bloody butterflies and the sea of thorns.

Boom!!!*

...

As the guardians of continent and as the unparalleled heroes who had defeated the Demon King, Membeli and Heretia relied on their years of combat experience. They faced the threat of the bloody butterflies, which would consume them entirely, and the life-draining thorns with everything they had.

Bloody butterflies surged forward,

Thorny vines twirled wildly in the air,

Wave after wave of terrifying attacks were masterfully dodged by Membeli and Heretia. Using their top-notch skills and uncanny ability to predict moves, they managed to avoid the enemy's onslaught. Once they realized their defenses couldn't hold up against the dreadful attacks from the 'Demon Lord's Minion,' they shifted their combat strategy.

They opted for dodging and counter-attacking during the fight with the enemy. 

Compared to these two experienced battle masters, 

The enemy—a black-haired young girl and the demoness beside her manipulating vines—clearly lacked combat experience. Their attack patterns were straightforward and simple. After their moves were read by these two supreme experts, their bloody butterflies and thorny whips had a hard time even touching Membeli and Heretia.

Even if their attacks had the potential to destroy the world, they were meaningless if they could not hit the target.

However, 

Even though they successfully dodged the majority of the enemy's attacks, a grave expression always clouded Membeli's draconic eyes.

By suppressing the enemy with sheer combat experience and mutual understanding, he and Heretia could barely hold their own against these demons for some time. 

But, 

Simply holding out wasn't enough; 

What they needed was victory.

For that reason, while dodging attacks, they unleashed one powerful spell after another, sufficient to annihilate armies in an instant. These were aimed at the black-haired girl in an attempt to inflict heavy damage. Yet, their attacks—observed keenly by Membeli and Heretia—easily bypassed the vine defenses and hit the young girl squarely.

However, 

Neither the relentless dragon fire breath bombardments nor the consecutive bursts of holy magic, spear thrusts of the Dragon King, or their coordinated attacks could inflict any real damage on the black-haired girl. Even when they turned the mysterious thorny vines surrounding her into ash and disintegrated her thin animal-skin attire, not a single scratch appeared on her...

If there was, 

The wound would heal in an instant, 

Leaving the girl unscathed.

During these successive bombardments, as her clothes were almost completely disintegrated, countless bloody butterflies swarmed in to cover the naked body, instantly dissolving into numerous crimson energy particles. These particles reconvened and astonishingly transformed into a bloody red dress.

This dress added to the girl's beauty and exuded an aura of bewitching elegance...

Time and time again, their powerful onslaughts would have led to the downfall of their greatest enemy—the Demon King—had he been defenseless. However, the black-haired girl seemed unfazed, 

Simply controlling her bloody butterflies to corner them dispassionately.

On the surface, both sides were at a stalemate.

But, 

As time passed, 

Membeli grew more anxious, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He knew this deadlock was pointless. They were running out of energy while the enemy was virtually unscathed. Once exhausted, they'd be instantly enveloped and annihilated by the bloody butterflies and thorny whips below...

They needed to break through, now.