Chapter 697 Eclipse

Chapter 697 Eclipse

Chaos. Absolute, merciless chaos.

This was the simplest way to describe the current scene.

Dekai, an important figure in the Ravenstein family, a figure of great influence, had died—all because of the Stellaris family.

At this point, none of the Ravensteins cared about anything else. They didn't care about plans. They didn't care about strategy. They didn't care about techniques.

They cared about one thing only: ripping apart any orange-haired human they could see.

The fights were pure and total chaos. The Ravensteins no longer seemed like humans but like brutal, rabid animals.

Many ripped the Stellaris warriors apart with their bare hands. Some bit down on the necks of the Stellaris, tearing off their flesh. Others pinned them down, throwing a barrage of punches until they turned their opponents into mush.

But even amid the chaos, a few battles stood out from the rest.

One, in particular, had a clear winner.

Avalon and Helios's battle wasn't just a normal fight—it was cataclysmic. Explosions and dull, thunderous booms filled the air as the two fiery figures clashed in midair, each impact sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

Each clash was like a bomb going off, the ground trembling beneath their power.

But it was clear who the victor would be.

Helios looked utterly battered. His once proud and radiant figure was now beaten and bloodied, his orange hair matted with blood.

His body was covered in bruises and burns, bones cracked and barely healed, flesh torn and hastily regenerated by the energy he drew from the sun.

But even his seemingly limitless energy couldn't keep up with the unrelenting barrage of punches from Avalon. Each strike from Avalon's blazing fists was faster, stronger, and more devastating than the last.

Helios's face, once smug with overconfidence, was now twisted in utter bafflement. He had been so certain—so utterly convinced—that Avalon would fall before him.

Around them, the chaos continued. Sirius moved like the wind, his enemies unable to even approach as they were sliced apart by razor-sharp gusts. He was currently facing one of the Stellaris family elders, just like Lyanna, Nathan, and the Ravenstein elders.

However, this was unlike the battle with the Vermore family. The obvious difference between tier one and tier two families was their ability to produce a paragon. But as the events unfolded, it became clear that this wasn't the only distinction.

The strength of the tier one bloodlines, along with their talents, was far greater and more powerful than those of tier twos. It had taken only three grandmasters of the Ravenstein family, all of high talent, to defeat hundreds of tier two grandmasters.

Such a feat would have been impossible if their opponents had been other tier one grandmasters.

The difference was just that great.

This was why it wasn't surprising that the battle between the Ravensteins and the Stellaris was filled with powerful exchanges.

In a battle between tier ones, the grandmasters were the key players.

All around, the Ravenstein family tore through the Stellaris forces like a wave of fury.

Elements clashed in brutal, bloody chaos. Fire, ice, earth, and air—all converging on the Stellaris forces, whose once unshakable formation had been reduced to a broken mess.

However, due to the effects of the sun, the Stellaris warriors' recovery rate was off the charts. Every injury they sustained was healed rapidly, and their stamina seemed limitless.

The initial momentum of the Ravensteins began to wane as more and more Stellaris members recovered. It didn't help that the Ravensteins were outnumbered from the start.

This was all because of one thing: the sun.

However, everything soon changed when a dark voice suddenly resounded across the battlefield.

"Eclipse."

Every single person turned toward the sky to see a potbellied man floating high above.

With a cold gaze, Ulithi, the Darkness Sanctum master, raised his arm, and then the sky darkened.