Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 620: All-out battlefield (I)

Chapter 620: All-out battlefield (I)

Scipius and Cato moved at astonishing speed, charging forward with such urgency that they quickly outpaced the rest of their teams, leaving them trailing far behind. Strategically, this move was reckless, but they could not afford the luxury of patience.

Valeria’s team was in critical danger, and if Scipius and Cato were delayed any longer, the risk of casualties would be very high. Yet, just as they approached the chaotic battlefield, two figures burst toward them with overwhelming killing intent.

Scipius’s eyes widened in astonishment as he registered his opponent’s incredible speed. Reacting immediately, the intricate runes covering his body flared with blinding light, causing his already imposing physique to rapidly swell in size. His muscles bulged massively, and his strength surged exponentially, reaching levels of terrifying physical might.

Crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest, Scipius formed a living shield just in time to intercept Ouroboros’s devastating kick.

"BOOOOOOMMMM!"

The thunderous impact echoed across the battlefield. Ouroboros felt genuine shock flash through his heart as his kick—a strike with monstrous force—was utterly halted.

Scipius did not budge even an inch from the blow, rooted to the ground like a towering, immovable mountain. Ouroboros immediately felt a surge of overwhelming pressure coursing through his leg, the backlash so powerful that his bones threatened to crack from the sheer collision with Scipius’ reinforced physique.

Instinctively aware of the immense danger he faced, Ouroboros instantly withdrew, leaping backward at the last possible second. Not a moment too soon—Scipius’ counterattack came immediately after, a heavy kick slicing through the air, shattering the sound barrier with a sonic boom.

"BOOM!"

Ouroboros felt a cold sweat on his back. Had that strike connected, it could have spelled disaster. For a split second, respect surfaced in the white werewolf’s mind.

’Strong.’ It was a simple thought, yet profound, acknowledging the opponent’s prowess. But rather than being discouraged, Ouroboros’s fighting spirit intensified. With determination burning brightly in his eyes, he surged forward again.

"Hahaha, come to me, little pup!" Scipius roared in excitement, eager to test his strength. Both warriors collided again, shaking the earth beneath them.

Nearby, Vlad could sense the intensity radiating from Ouroboros’s struggle, but he couldn’t spare even a glance away from his own opponent.

Unlike Scipius, Cato did not possess a visibly gigantic body, yet his physical strength was equally terrifying. Cato’s golden form moved with uncanny swiftness, his hands acting as deadly blades sharper than Sage-tier swords.

Vlad narrowly sidestepped Cato’s palm strike at the last moment, watching grimly as the golden man’s attack sundered the ground behind him, creating a massive fissure stretching hundreds of meters.

Immediately seizing an opportunity, Vlad counterattacked with precision, slashing upward with his sword. The strike landed, leaving a shallow wound on Cato’s shoulder.

The Mark of Cain activated instantly, its terrifying destructive power trying desperately to expand the cut and deepen the damage. Yet, to Vlad’s disappointment, the density of Cato’s flesh and his potent defenses severely restricted the Mark’s expansion.

Cato himself also experienced shock. He had immense confidence in the resilience and toughness of his body, yet the Depravita’s blade—without even using the Laws—had still managed to draw blood. Caution appeared in the golden man’s eyes as he recognized Vlad’s strength.

The battle intensified rapidly, and the Depravitas of Greed and Wrath showed impressive skills and physical power. However, as powerful as Vlad and Ouroboros were, they remained Guardian-tier lifeforms with Sage-tier physiques, fighting opponents who were truly at the pinnacle of the Sage realm.

Slowly but undeniably, both were being pressured and forced back. Things only worsened as the figures of Scipius’s and Cato’s squads began appearing on the horizon, rapidly approaching and threatening to overwhelm them.

At this crucial moment, determination shone fiercely in the eyes of the two Depravitas.

Ouroboros had continuously struck Scipius, but the runic patterns covering the giant warrior’s body were not mere external enhancements. They also reinforced his internal organs, dramatically reducing any damage dealt. Knowing conventional attacks wouldn’t be enough, Ouroboros took a deep breath, steeling himself.

The next moment, sharp cracking sounds resonated from deep within his body as his bones began to shift composition, drastically increasing in density and strength.

Form of Greed allowed Ouroboros to assimilate the physical traits of creatures he had consumed, something he utilized constantly to bolster his physique. Now, however, he pushed this ability beyond its natural limits, merging multiple different bone structures into a composite pattern. This modification exponentially amplified his speed and power, placing incredible pressure on his muscles and internal organs, nearly tearing his own body apart.

Scipius noticed the werewolf’s sudden change, but before he could fully comprehend what was happening, Ouroboros vanished from his sight, appearing directly before him in an instant.

Before Scipius could react, Ouroboros unleashed a ferocious punch into his chest, embedding deep into his abdomen and driving all the air from his lungs. The sheer force hurled Scipius hundreds of meters backward, leaving him struggling to stabilize himself.

Regaining his footing by anchoring his heels into the earth, Scipius’ expression darkened significantly. That single blow had genuinely harmed him, signifying that Ouroboros’s physical strength had reached the threshold of Half-Step Legends—a frightening level of power.

"Hmph! You’re not the only one with trump cards!" Scipius roared defiantly. Instantly, new runes expanded over his entire body, covering every inch of his skin and elevating his strength even further.

Ouroboros felt the surge of terrifying power from Scipius, yet there was not a hint of fear in the werewolf’s eyes as he charged ahead, eager for the challenge.

Nearby, the battle between Vlad and Cato was approaching its peak. Vlad’s sword repeatedly slashed at Cato, inflicting shallow wounds upon the golden man’s shoulders, but none were severe enough to reduce his enemy’s formidable strength or blinding speed. Cato’s attacks, meanwhile, intensified with each passing moment, as he pushed himself to the limit, determined to destroy the Depravita.

After several tense exchanges, Cato finally seemed to find an opening. He raised his arm high, gathering sundering energy around it, ready to deliver a strike capable of splitting anything it touched. However, just as he brought his arm crashing downward, Vlad’s eyes suddenly blazed fiercely. Without warning, beams of searing energy shot forth from his pupils, striking Cato squarely in the face.