Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 1085: Unique Skill and Origin Battlefield Compensation [2]

The phoenix's eyes flashed with lethal intent.

"Law Skill…"

"…Eternal Sunfall."

Flames gathered frantically above it, forming a miniature sun that crashed downward. At the same time, Lord Seraphiel raised both hands, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

"Law Skill."

"Thousandfold Sea Prison."

Endless water chains erupted from the empty void, wrapping tightly around the High Drake's massive limbs, wings, and neck.

Only then did Fairy Sword Immortal Qing Yue finally speak.

"Law Skill."

"Severing Intent."

Compared to the phoenix's cataclysmic flames and Seraphiel's churning ocean, her skill produced no grand elemental phenomenon. Yet the instant her fingers lowered, every hidden Rank Four expert felt their skin prickle with sheer terror.

Laws were not limited to the elements. There were laws of fire, water, wind, earth, and lightning. But there were also laws strictly tied to concepts: Peace, Decay, Slaughter, Judgment, and Sharpness. Qing Yue's law clearly belonged to the latter.

The thousands of swords hovering behind her vanished. There was no explosion, no blinding light. They simply bypassed the distance entirely, manifesting instantly around the High Drake.

The next instant, countless deep wounds rent across its massive body. Even its deep-black scales, which had ruthlessly endured fire, water, and brute force, were effortlessly cut open.

The High Drake roared!

Black flames erupted from its open wounds, devouring the lingering sword intent while its flesh regenerated at a terrifying speed. But the phoenix's miniature sun descended immediately after.

BOOOOOOM!

Fire swallowed half the sky. Simultaneously, Seraphiel's water chains tightened, shifting into a vast, crushing ocean prison that sought to completely suppress the drake's movements.

The High Drake struggled violently. Its body burned, its scales split, and its wings were heavily bound. Yet, the more damage it suffered, the more terrifying its aura became.

Pain became fuel. Wounds became strength.

The Abyssal Pyre devoured the flames, the conceptual sword intent, and even parts of the holy water prison, converting it all into a torrent of power that surged back into its body.

For the first time, the expressions of all three peak experts shifted. This was their first time landing a solid, combined attack, and they hadn't expected it to produce an anomaly like this.

The phoenix released an enraged, piercing cry. "This filthy thing is getting stronger!"

Without waiting for a reply, its wings spread wide. Countless feathers ignited, shooting forward like a barrage of burning spears.

The High Drake swung its massive tail to intercept.

BOOM!

Half of the flaming feathers shattered upon impact, but the rest pierced deep into its body and detonated. At that exact moment, Seraphiel materialized directly above its head. A spear of heavily condensed water formed in his grasp, and he thrust it downward with absolute precision.

The spear pierced straight into one of the drake's eyes.

The High Drake roared, snapping its jaws upward with blinding speed. Seraphiel's expression warped. He retreated instantly, but the drake's razor-sharp teeth still grazed his arm. Though he desperately avoided losing the limb entirely, holy blood splashed into the air.

The hidden Rank Four awakeners watching from the shadows froze.

"He almost got taken out…"

But many also felt it was expected. That drake was simply too monstrous. Fortunately, they weren't the ones fighting it, or they would have perished within a few exchanges.

The three peak experts moved in unison once more, holding nothing back.

The phoenix rose high into the heavens, transforming into a blazing, blinding sun. Seraphiel's wings spread wide as a vast ocean manifested behind him like an entire world descending. High above them all stood Qing Yue, enveloped in a completely silent sword domain.

Three world-ending attacks formed simultaneously.

The High Drake looked upward. Its torn eye was already fully regenerated, the wounds across its body had closed, and its aura broke through its previous limits yet again. It unhinged its jaws. The black flame swirling within its throat burned brighter than ever before as it unleashed its devastating dragon breath.

The three attacks descended. The three distinct powers collided with the dragon breath at the exact same time.

For an instant, the entire battlefield turned a blinding, absolute white. Then, the explosion swallowed reality.

For a brief, agonizing moment… silence.

The entire battlefield vanished beneath an endless sea of white light. Then—

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A cataclysmic shockwave erupted outward. Mountains hundreds of miles away exploded into fine dust. Entire forests vanished from existence. The void cracked open repeatedly like shattered glass before desperately repairing itself.

Even the hidden spectators were forced to retreat several miles just to avoid being caught in the devastating aftermath.

When the light finally began to fade, everyone stared intently at the epicenter of the destruction.

But the first thing that greeted their eyes… was not the High Drake. Nor was it the three peak Rank Four experts.

Instead, a tiny creature stood in the dead center of the devastated battlefield.

It was… a rabbit.

A fluffy white rabbit, barely half a meter tall. Its long ears trembled violently, and its crimson eyes were filled with absolute, unadulterated terror. The lingering pressure alone nearly made it faint.

It looked around the apocalyptic wasteland in utter confusion.

"…Squeak?"

The battlefield fell completely silent. Every single Rank Four awakener froze in place. Even Seraphiel, Qing Yue, and the phoenix stared blankly at the rodent.

Where… was the drake?

Almost simultaneously, every single head snapped toward a direction nearly a hundred miles away from the battlefield.

A young human stood suspended in the sky.

Michael.

His breathing was heavy, and sweat drenched his forehead. His face was entirely pale from the sheer strain of maintaining Echoed Bestowal for so long. Yet, despite his absolute exhaustion… a tired, almost cheeky smile slowly spread across his face.

His gaze swept across the stunned crowd, finally locking onto Seraphiel.

The four-winged angel's calm, detached expression finally shattered. For the first time since the battle had begun, his pupils shrank into pinpricks.

Inside Michael's hand, a faint purple glow pulsed.

The Heavenly Enlightenment Incense.

It was no longer inside the High Drake. It had somehow appeared in Michael's possession the exact moment the drake vanished.

"…Impossible." The phoenix's voice was filled with sheer disbelief. "How did he—"

It stopped speaking. Its body had already transformed into a streak of roaring crimson fire.

At that exact same millisecond, Seraphiel and Qing Yue vanished together. The hundreds of hidden Rank Four awakeners reacted almost simultaneously, all of them erupting at top speed toward Michael's location.

No one spared the frightened rabbit another glance.

The rabbit blinked its crimson eyes.

"…Squeak?"

It looked around in complete confusion before instinctively trying to hop away.

Watching the tidal wave of countless terrifying figures rushing toward him, Michael merely smiled.

Then, he quietly uttered a single word once more.

"Swap."

Space rippled. And in Michael's place, a second rabbit suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"…Squeak?"