My Talent Skill Mutated

Stepping out of the rock cave, Chen Yu gazed up at the stars. No one knew how many elites would be lost in this battle.

Even True Gods couldn’t control it.

This was the cruelty of the Stellar Battlefield.

Even geniuses could lose their lives.

Under normal circumstances, True God Level beings wouldn’t interfere, but nothing was ever certain.

An Alien Race True God could undoubtedly kill him. Even with his current abilities, it would be nearly impossible to resist, no matter how hard he fought.

This was a vast chasm in power that ordinary talents and abilities could not bridge.

Even a supreme ability would struggle to overcome such a massive leap in power.

’Another 20 billion to go. I wonder if my physical body can reach the level of a True God Body.’

Chen Yu glanced at his interface.

If his body reached the level of a True God Body, he would be unkillable, even if besieged by countless top-tier experts—so long as no True God intervened.

’I need to keep going. I have to reach that goal as soon as possible.’

His mind made up, Chen Yu released his Force Field to scan the area, picked a random direction, and vanished.

...

「Stellar Battlefield.」

Three figures sped across a vast wasteland.

Behind them, a dense, dark mass of figures pursued.

"Kill every last one of the Human Race! Charge!"

Earth-shattering battle cries resounded as a boundless, imposing aura swept over the land.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!!"

The synchronized shouts thundered across the sky and land as the dark mass of figures surged forward like a black flood.

The expressions of the three fleeing Human Race youths contorted in panic. Feeling the group from the Alien Race closing in, they didn’t dare to slow down for even a second, pushing themselves to their absolute limits.

"Did anyone answer the distress call?"

A tall, thin member of the Human Race asked as they fled.

"Not yet, but I’ve got a locator signal for one person nearby. He’s not too far from us."

Another, a heavyset youth from the Human Race, replied as he ran.

"Who is it?" the tall, thin youth asked, still running.

"It’s Chen Yu from the Ancestor Star!" the heavyset youth replied.

"Chen Yu! Then there’s hope! His strength is on par with our leader’s. Head toward him!"

The third youth, who had a dark complexion, said, his eyes lighting up.

"Right." The other two nodded, and they changed course, racing across the wasteland.

...

In the skies above the endless wasteland of the Stellar Battlefield, a streak of light tore through the void.

Suddenly, the streak of light halted in the sky, its attention turning toward a specific part of the wasteland below.

’Looks like the distress call came from this direction.’ Chen Yu glanced at the blinking lights on his wristband before his gaze swept toward the depths of the wasteland.

’That’s quite a large number of them. If I take out this batch of the Alien Race, I should have enough for my body’s Evolution.’

Chen Yu’s eyes flashed. He then activated God-Speed and vanished from the sky in an instant.

In the span of a single breath, Chen Yu reappeared in the sky over a different section of the wasteland.

His gaze swept downwards, and he saw three youths fleeing in a pathetic state.

If he remembered correctly, they were three elites from the Pole Star.

One was a Mid-level Nine, and the other two were Early-stage Nine.

They were quite powerful, but on the Stellar Battlefield, that kind of strength was simply not enough.

The three of them were disheveled and covered in grime, a truly miserable sight.

They were also injured.

Their Life Qi was diminishing as they fled.

After a brief glance, Chen Yu’s attention shifted to the members of the Alien Race pursuing them from a short distance away.

’The Flying Roc Race!’

Chen Yu recognized the group from the Alien Race at a single glance.

There were several hundred of them, mostly level seven and eight members of the Flying Roc Race, but a few were exceptionally powerful.

Their leader was a Late-stage Nine powerhouse.

There were also over a dozen other titans from the Flying Roc Race, ranging from Early-stage to Mid-stage Nine.

With wings beating, they formed a vast, dark cloud in the sky.

"It’s Chen Yu!"

Just then, the three youths, who were on the verge of collapse, spotted the figure in the sky, and their eyes instantly lit up.

"Another member of the Human Race come to throw his life away. Excellent. It looks like I’ll be earning some more merit today."

The leader of the Flying Roc Race had also noticed Chen Yu. His eyes lit up, and a cruel smile spread across his face.

RUMBLE!!!

At that very moment, a world-shaking thunderclap echoed from the depths of the void.

High in the sky, a fissure appeared, as deep and dark as the Abyss.

An aura of utter destruction seeped out from it.

"Hmm?"

"Something’s not right!"

The leader of the Flying Roc Race looked up at the abyssal fissure tearing open the sky, his expression changing drastically.

"Halt!"

With a wave of his hand, the hundreds of Flying Roc Race members came to a sudden stop.

In the void, a dazzling light spilled from the abyssal fissure, illuminating the land for thousands of miles.

In the next instant, a colossal beam of light descended from the fissure, shooting down toward the hundreds of Flying Roc Race members.

Destructive Celestial Light!

This was an ability Chen Yu rarely used, but its power was undeniable.

The impact of the Celestial Light was like the end of the world. Its destructive aura was so immense that even the void could not withstand it; wherever the light passed, space itself crumbled.

"Activate the Array of Flying Roc!"

The leader’s voice rang out, and the hundreds of Flying Roc Race members reacted instantly, combining their power.

Rays of light shot up from their bodies. In the instant before the Destructive Celestial Light struck, an Array of Divine Light materialized and enveloped them all.

BOOM!!!

With a deafening explosion, the Celestial Light slammed into the Array of Divine Light. A brilliant shockwave of energy swept out for thousands of miles.

"Pfft—"

Even though the three Human Race youths had braced themselves, they were unable to withstand the terrifying, destructive shockwave. They each coughed up blood and were sent flying hundreds of miles, as if they had taken a massive blow.

The brilliant shockwave slammed into the wasteland like a cosmic solar storm, blasting everything in its path.

It was fortunate this was the Stellar Battlefield on the Endless Continent. Had this occurred in a normal world, the planet itself would have likely suffered terrifying tremors, triggering countless cataclysms.