Chapter 203 Thoughts

The ground was torn apart, blackened by flames and gouged by claw marks. 

Chunks of broken earth and shattered vines littered the field.

And at the center of the destruction—

Lucky stood victorious.

Its thick, stone-like fur was burned in places, deep gashes running across its form where the Undead High Human had landed blows. But despite the injuries, it stood firm, its thorned mane writhing lazily.

The Undead High Human, on the other hand, was trapped.

Its body was completely ensnared by Lucky's vines.

Thick vines wrapped around its limbs, chest, and neck, pinning it against the broken earth. The more it struggled, the tighter they coiled, trapping its strength little by little.

Michael watched from above, arms crossed. 

His undead had fought well—exceptionally well. 

Both had shower prowess befitting an extraordinary rank creature.