Chapter: 890

Slowly, he walked across the room.

Jay wasn't exactly sure how much weight it would need to trigger an Ova to spring up, and he made sure each of his steps was on one of the larger, thicker roots; hoping they would support more of his weight.

Glancing back at the fight, Jay gaged how much time he had.

The twelve knights had already slain one of the level eight Ova, and split into two groups to fight two more - yet before they could start on the next enemy, it was already reconstructing into a lesser level five Ova.

Jay mockingly grinned and turned back, walking towards his bag.

Approaching it slowly, he reached out and slowly lifted it up. His feet felt so heavy on the roots, like he was about to snap them.

If we were to be stopped here, the Ova would separate him from his skeletons. There was no telling how many Ova would rise from below, and the knights would catch up.

As he lifted the bag, suddenly, the roots moved.

"Fuck. Too heavy."

Grasping the back, Jay didn't jump back - instead, he pushed his head down and hugged it to his chest.

"Iskean!"

*Fwoosh!*

A jet of air burst from his boots, sending him flying across the room and into a mad sprint.

An Ora slowly rose from the ground, but Jay had already dashed over it. More roots moved, but they were simply too slow.

"I gotta remember to thank Sullivan for these boots." Jay shook his head with a smile.

As Jay ran across the roots, many more Ova sprung up, and a few times he nearly sprained his ankle on the shifting floor, but somehow he made it to the skeletons at the end of the room.

The end of the room had a small entrance leading into the chamber with the giant head, so the roots coming from it packed thickly in the entrance.

"Perhaps it supports more weight, or maybe there are no Ova here." Jay guessed, wondering why he and his skeletons could all stand here without incident.

Looking back, Sweeper stood there, glancing at the many Ova between Jay and itself.

In the wake of Jay, many Ova had risen; five of which were around the area that Jay released a burst of air from his enchanted boots.

"Ah…" Jay smiled, "poor Sweeper."

Somehow, Sweeper looked as helpless as it was hopeless while it stared at Jay through the room.

Nevertheless, it gripped its sword and made a valiant dash along the side of the room, making it past an Ova in the middle.

An Ova released some vines, but they only tapped against Sweeper's bones, not getting any hold.

Ahead of Sweeper, another Ova waited, yet it did not discourage Sweeper in the slightest.