As Grey was flung away, his body tumbling helplessly through the shattered air, a bald figure stepped forward from the dust-choked ruins below.
The bald donkey emerged slowly, his robes torn and soaked with blood, his once arrogant posture now bent under invisible pressure.
"Miss, why did you attack me?" he asked, his voice trembling with grievance and disbelief.
His body looked completely battered. Bones that should have been shattered were already knitting back together, torn flesh sealing itself as if rewinding time. Yet every second of regeneration drained him further. The healing was fast, but the cost was enormous.
Energy poured out of him like water leaking from a cracked vessel.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of injury would not have been fatal to him. If it were the Law of Fire or even the Law of Lightning, foreign energy invading the body could be isolated and expelled through cultivation circulation. Painful, yes, but manageable.
But the Law of Entropy was different.
The entropy energy that had invaded his body interfered with every internal process. Meridians lost their order. Blood flow twisted into chaos. Even the core of a Third Rank expert trembled as if its structure were being forcibly rewritten.
Trying to expel it only worsened the situation.
The more energy he spent resisting it, the faster his internal balance collapsed. Every attempt at healing accelerated the disorder spreading through his body.
Hence, the energy expenditure required to suppress it was horrifyingly taxing.
This was why the Abyss was known as a conquering world.
Not because of reputation or arrogance, but because they possessed laws that could unmake cultivation itself. They had the power to back their name.
And now, a literal being from the Abyss had unleashed that power on a halfbreed.
The results were terrifying.
"It wasn't me."
The Abyssal Mistress finally spoke.
Black flames suddenly ignited around her abdomen, wrapping tightly around her figure like living serpents. The flame carried an aura that made the surrounding space recoil. Anything it touched would suffer severe injury, even annihilation.
Yet when used on oneself, it became something else entirely.
Abyssal flames burned away disorder while amplifying regeneration, forcibly stabilizing the chaotic processes within an abyssal body.
"Use the Flame of Entropy to stabilize the disorder and heal yourself quickly," she commanded coldly.
There was no hesitation in her voice.
Her ring flashed.
A crystal vial materialized in her palm, its surface faintly glowing with densely compressed abyssal energy. With a simple flick of her wrist, she sent it flying toward the bald donkey.
However, the abyssal flames were not something just anyone could wield freely.
They required a stable abyssal body to fully manifest. For halfbreeds, invoking them demanded an enormous amount of energy. By now, the bald donkey's reserves were already more than halfway depleted.
In fact, he had already used the flames once before.
Earlier, he had forcibly ignited them within his body to suppress the spreading disorder. Without doing so, the entropy would have ravaged him far more severely than it already had, possibly crippling his core entirely.
Even now, the flames clinging to him flickered faintly, unstable and uneven.
"Use this to restore your energy reserves."
The potion had not even traveled halfway.
A sharp wind suddenly tore through the battlefield.
The air screamed.
A piercing chirp of lightning followed, sharp enough to stab into the ears.
In the next instant, the energy restoration potion vanished as if erased from existence.
Boom.
Before the bald donkey could even react, an overwhelming force struck his body head-on.
Lightning coiled around him violently, crackling as it wrapped itself around his limbs and torso. The impact blasted him straight off his feet, his body shooting through the air like a broken doll hurled by an invisible hand.
His scream barely had time to escape his throat before it was completely swallowed by rolling thunder.
In the next moment, his figure vanished into the distance.
"You!"
The Abyssal Mistress's pupils shrank instantly. She did not need to look twice to know who it was.
"Your injuries are healed already?!" she exclaimed, genuine disbelief flashing across her face as she locked onto the humanoid figure of grey standing far away.
However, Grey was not looking at her.
His gaze was lowered, unfocused, as if he were concentrating on something else entirely. The air around him had begun to subtly distort, invisible pressure gathering from all directions.
"Not good."
Her expression changed immediately.
Her figure flickered, air folding beneath her feet as she appeared beside Grey in less than a second.
But by the time she arrived, it was already too late.
The surrounding area had changed completely.
"Sword inten—"
Before she could finish her words, Grey's calm voice fell.
"Heaven Opening Sword Line."
Skkrtt!
The air screamed as sword energy condensed from every direction. Space itself seemed to be sliced apart as countless invisible lines converged toward a single point.
In the distance, the injured bald donkey witnessed the scene, his face draining of all color.
He trembled in disbelief.
Every instinct in his body screamed at him to flee, to escape immediately, to burn whatever remaining energy he had to get as far away as possible.
But it was already too late.
"No, stop!" the Abyssal Mistress shouted.
The Law of Entropy descended violently. Invisible waves of disorder spread outward, rapidly distorting the surrounding area. Space warped, matter twisted, and cultivation pathways were forcibly disrupted.
Yet even with her intervention, it was not enough.
Some of the sword energy molecules had already crossed the boundary.
They reached the bald donkey first.
He froze midair.
His body began to shake uncontrollably as layers upon layers of sword energy surged into him. Flesh tore apart instantly. Blood spurted violently from every opening, painting the air red as his internal organs were shredded from the inside out.
"How annoying."
Grey shot the Abyssal Mistress an irritated glance.
The next moment, she was already in front of him.
Clank!
Metal screamed as spear and sword collided head-on. Shockwaves rippled outward, tearing apart the already unstable battlefield.
"You think I'll just let you eliminate him?" the Abyssal Mistress said coldly, her grip tightening on her spear.
Grey's grin widened.
"Yeah? Didn't you attack him just a few moments ago?" he replied lightly. "I thought you hated him or something."
Clank! Boom!
She poured more strength into her arms, abyssal energy surging as she forcefully amplified her physique. The impact sent Grey flying backward through the air.
"It was clearly your doing!" she snapped.
Boom!
She chased after him instantly, her speed exploding to terrifying levels. In her perception, Grey seemed sluggish, almost slow.
Just as she was about to slam her elbow into his stomach midair, his figure flickered unnaturally.
Boom!
The next instant, she was blasted straight toward the ground. Her vision spun violently, and the last thing she saw before impact was Grey's huge, infuriating grin.
"You little rat!"
Rage exploded from her as she struck again, her spear shooting toward Grey with immense momentum, the Law of Entropy coiling tightly around its tip.
Grey welcomed it with enthusiasm.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
They tore through the sky, their figures transforming into two colliding trails of energy. Each clash sent violent shockwaves through the air, explosions blooming continuously as sword and spear met again and again.
During the exchanges, the Abyssal Mistress subtly activated the Law of Entropy, targeting Grey's shapeless sword. The structure of the sword energy twisted, misaligning by a mere inch.
That inch was enough.
Blood sprayed as Grey took a direct hit, his body forced back slightly by the disturbance.
"Tch."
'I need to end this quickly,' Grey thought with a snort.
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