The sight of dozens of long black roots and vines shooting out of the ground was a different type of beauty to behold.
Nearly half of the First Years that were present were hanging from the roots and vines, their legs kicking the empty air as they struggled to either breathe or escape from the roots and vines.
The other First Years who had been running passionately at their seniors had no choice but to stop their approach.
If this was just going to be a battle of physical strength and demonic energy, then they all knew that they had a chance of winning, even if it was little.
But if their seniors planned on using chaos in this battle, then it would severely dwindle their chances of winning.
In fact, their chances of winning would be close to none, and the sight of nearly half of their classmates hanging and struggling in the air was a sign of the difference between those who can control chaos and those who couldn't.
