Elder Viren slowly pushed himself up off the ground.
The vines had absorbed most of the impact, so his injury wasn't as serious as it looked.
He lifted a hand. A wash of green light settled over his head, and the wound began knitting back together at a visible speed.
Ethan wasn't surprised.
A Nature-type who could heal was normal. What caught him off guard was just how strong Viren's healing was.
No wonder they had managed to hold the Atlas City compound with that kind of overall strength.
It wasn't that the Verdants were weak. Compared to the other Void Realm races Ethan had run into, though, they were a step down.
Just looking at peak combat power alone—most of the other groups had a peak Tier 35.
This guy was only early Tier 35.
And it wasn't just the tier.
Fire-type, lightning-type, even Light-type abilities all had brutal combat output. Those races could lock down a human compound through raw pressure.
Nature-type wasn't like that.
