Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 384: ATTACK TOGETHER

Raw power coursed through his being like a volcanic eruption, heat radiating outward in palpable waves that clashed against the lingering cold.

He grew larger in size, his body becoming more compact and dense.

His frame bulked out dramatically, every sinew tightening like coiled springs ready to unleash devastation.

The sheer mass of him made the ground groan faintly, cracks spiderwebbing from where he stood.

The texture of his body resembled an active volcano submerged in molten magma.

Cracks of glowing red lava traced across his skin, pulsing with inner fire, emitting faint wisps of acrid smoke that carried the sharp scent of sulfur and charred earth, stinging the eyes of those nearby.

Tendrils of lightning bounced off his body unpredictably, arcing in wild patterns that lit the surroundings with blinding bursts, the crackle thundering like an approaching storm.

Two horns sprouted on his forehead, curving upward with menacing elegance.

Their tips were razor-sharp, one crackling endlessly with lightning like a living conductor, drawing energy from the air with hungry snaps, while the other burned with roaring flames that licked upward, consuming the oxygen around it.

His teeth sharpened into jagged rows like a shark’s, glinting menacingly as a predatory grin spread across his transformed face, the heat from his breath visible in shimmering distortions.

"Come!!!! Let’s have quite the enjoyable fight!!!" Michael roared in excitement.

The sound boomed across the battlefield, vibrating the frozen ground.

He stamped his feet powerfully, sending shockwaves that shattered nearby ice, then leaped forward toward Jordan with earth-shaking force.

In the air, Michael activated Infernal Steps.

Destructive trails of flames and lightning lingered in his path, scorching the void and leaving ionized streaks that hummed dangerously.

He appeared before Jordan in a flash, the sudden displacement whipping up gusts that scattered frost particles like dark snow.

Stretching both weapons wide, Michael unleashed blasts of lethal, destructive flames intertwined with lightning.

The combined assault roared forth like a cataclysm, heat and electricity merging into a vortex of annihilation that lit the entire field in blinding crimson and blue.

Michael didn’t hold back at all, pouring everything into the opening strike, the air screaming from the sheer intensity.

Jordan raised his sword without the least bit of tension.

His movements were fluid, almost leisurely, the black blade absorbing the incoming light.

With a casual swing, he deflected Michael’s attack effortlessly.

The blast veered off harmlessly into the distance, exploding against distant structures in a spectacular but harmless display of power.

With practical ease, Jordan kicked out.

The strike connected solidly, sending Michael flying backward like a meteor, crashing through frozen statues and carving a deep furrow in the blackened ice.

Through his mystic eyes, Jordan had identified the blind spots in the humongous Ifrit form.

The starry depths of his gaze pierced through the aura, seeing weaknesses where others saw only overwhelming might.

"I’m not in the mood to play. You all come at me at once," Jordan motioned confidently.

He held his sword loosely, the oppressive aura intensifying, making the air around him feel heavier, as if gravity itself bowed to his will.

"Come on. Don’t give up on me so soon. I can still fight," Michael called out.

He prevented the others from engaging, rising from the crater with debris cascading off his massive form.

A wide grin remained plastered on his face, eyes blazing with unquenched excitement despite the impact that would have pulverized lesser beings.

"You just don’t know when to give up," Jordan said.

Disappointment shadowed his features, his voice carrying a cold edge of impatience.

In an instant, he made his move.

Space warped subtly around him as he appeared before Michael, the transition seamless and blindingly fast.

Michael reacted quickly, releasing a point-blank blast of lightning that forked wildly toward Jordan.

The electricity crackled with enough force to vaporize mountains.

Jordan dodged fluidly, his body flowing like shadow, the attack passing harmlessly through empty air.

"One down," Jordan replied coldly. In the same breath, he drove his pitch-black blade through the heart of Michael’s colossal form.

The strike was precise, merciless, the weapon sinking deep with barely any resistance, its destructive aura flaring briefly as it pierced the fiery core.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence once more, the roar of flames and thunder abruptly muted.

With a nonchalant face, Jordan pulled the sword slowly from Michael’s heart.

The pitch-black blade slid free with a faint, wet sound, dark ichor dripping from its edge before vanishing into nothingness.

Michael’s colossal Ifrit form shuddered violently, flames guttering out like dying embers, lightning ceasing its frantic dance.

His massive body collapsed to the blackened ground with a thunderous crash that shook the frozen terrain, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward.

His eyes, once blazing with excitement, dimmed to dull embers as the transformation unraveled, leaving only a lifeless husk amid the swirling frost and smoke.

"Michael!" Isobel shouted. Her voice cracked with raw confusion and grief, echoing across the desolate battlefield.

She stared at Jordan, her features twisted in shock, eyes wide as disbelief warred with the horrific reality before her.

The air around her thickened with the metallic scent of blood, her claws extending instinctively.

"Like I said, come at me all at once. I don’t have time for all of this," Jordan answered calmly.

His tone was flat, almost bored, as he motioned lazily to the others with his free hand.

The starry glow in his eyes remained steady, unperturbed, the oppressive aura of his blade pulsing faintly like a heartbeat in the cold silence.

Everyone stared at Jordan.

Words failed them, the group frozen in a mix of horror and uncertainty.

The wind whispered through the shattered ice, carrying faint groans from distant wreckage, amplifying the heavy quiet that settled over the field.

"Everyone, attack together with all you’ve got," Alice instructed.

Her voice cut through the tension like frost on steel, gripping her sword firmly in both hands.

The blade gleamed with residual chill, her posture shifting into unyielding readiness, the faint smile from earlier replaced by grim determination.