Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1872: Cold Melt Throne and Pulling Spheres

After the sphere burst open, a thick, gooey fluid burst forth.

The massive frames of the Siha caused the spray to spread wide, drenching them thoroughly in moments.

Such substances posed no threat to the Siha at all; their rugged scales provided unbeatable protection. Forget mere fluids—even blades and hatchets slashing at them failed to leave a mark.

Ye Zhongming's lengthy blade hit the tongue's end with perfect precision. The immense impact sent him reeling back.

Yet, with the aid of his wings, he merely soared slightly upward at an angle before regaining control. At the same time, the pair of Siha kept rushing at him, unavoidably entering the heart of the metallic platform.

The remaining three orbs detonated as well, scattering the identical viscous substance in much the same way.

One of the Siha rose onto its rear legs, slashing its forelimbs toward Ye Zhongming, who hovered not far above. The second leaped high, jutting its head forward and unfurling its tongue to ensnare him and drag him into its jaws.

The Cloud Peak King beat his wings forcefully, daring to pass right over their heads. Achieving that demanded yet another head-on clash with the duo of Siha.

The Siha contorted their forms and pressed their assault on Ye Zhongming.

At that point, the zone occupied by the Siha was enveloped in fog. Without their enormous size, the beasts might have vanished from sight entirely.

This was the deadly vapor released from the tubes along their spines.

Through all these efforts, the thing Ye Zhongming dreaded above all was precisely this fog.

To be exact, these poisonous fumes wouldn't instantly cripple a level nine evolver, yet they inflicted steady, ongoing harm to the physique. Lingering too long amid such poison would swiftly erode one's fighting prowess.

On top of that, the vapor impaired sight as well.

According to Star-Eye Clan accounts, countless individuals, unable to escape the Siha's grip quickly enough, met their end devoured by these monsters—even if their power edged higher.

The wings crafted by Ye Zhongming served exactly to evade this poisonous haze.

As Ye Zhongming ascended, the two Siha noticed an issue too, sensing their motions growing hampered.

Glancing downward, they spotted stringy, adhesive strands binding them to the metal disk. This material clung fiercely, boasting great durability and stretch. A few struggles from the Siha failed to dislodge it.

Realizing the tiny sky-dweller caused this, they ceased trying to peel it away. No other damage registered in their bodies, after all. They figured they could escape leisurely once they slew him.

But Ye Zhongming grinned.

Parasites held immense might, and Siha ranked high in battle prowess. Still, to Ye Zhongming, they weren't overly dangerous due to their colossal builds fostering a minor lapse in smarts. They relied purely on gut reactions in fights, unable to gauge foes, analyze threats, or adapt shrewdly.

This likely explained why, for all their raw power, they didn't claim the pinnacle among parasites.

Hadn't they pondered the purpose of the metal disk beneath their feet?

Before the Siha duo's strikes could connect, the disk struck first. Tiny openings dotted its smooth face, accompanied by a sharp hiss. The lethal fog, as if repelled by a predator, got swiftly displaced by the emissions from those vents.

The pair of Siha unleashed pained howls right away.

This resizable metal disk went by the name Cold Melt Throne. Those orbs were known as Pulling Spheres.

The latter served one purpose: bursting to unleash a tacky liquid that anchored whatever it hit within range. Its adhesion built up steadily until full hardening. Yet post-use, it crumbled fast, turning fragile and useless.

Pulling Spheres enjoyed fair popularity at the shop. Their utility shone in various scenarios, and at thirty points apiece, the cost felt reasonable. Post-deployment, reclaiming the core let you reload the glue for just ten points.

Pulling Spheres counted as standard items, unlike the Cold Melt Throne.

This piece demanded a steep three hundred and fifty points. Few would splurge on it. Though reusable and rechargeable, each refill hit one hundred points—pure extravagance.

Still, higher cost brought superior results. As the adage goes, pricey items' sole flaw is expense; bargain ones' main plus is affordability. The Cold Melt Throne fit that mold.

It released a chilling corrosive gas. Its harm to elite beings rivaled purple-grade arms, with potent erosion that largely bypassed defenses.

Crucially, over a hundred outlets crammed its compact surface. Thus, activation mimicked dozens of purple weapons boasting penetration firing at once. The devastation spoke for itself.

All recognized its value, but the expense deterred most. A single activation burned a hundred points. In prior areas, how often did mutated beings or parasites justify such outlay? Plus, the Cold Melt Throne's flaw was notorious: its tiny span let targets traverse it in a flash. Real damage needed extra aids like pulling spheres, hiking costs further.

Only a tycoon like Ye Zhongming could indulge this.

The Cold Melt Throne's fury unleashed in mere instants. When the two Siha finally scrambled off, their lower halves formed a gruesome, mangled ruin. Wounds like those sapped their savagery, spurring retreat.

Allowing such battered fiends to flee would ill befit the Cloud Peak King.

Leveraging his flight skill, he swooped repeatedly from above to harass the pair, soon finishing them off. One thousand four hundred and fifty points secured!

Now, Ye Zhongming's standings vaulted to the top spot for all rookies!

He stowed the Cold Melt Throne and Pulling Spheres away. The Siha remains? He ignored them, slipping into a quiet hideout close by.

Minutes later, folks trickled in. How could shifts in Ye Zhongming's score and rank slip past their vigilance? They surmised the events and arrived to scavenge scraps.

In their thoughts, slaying two mighty parasites might not wound Ye Zhongming gravely, but he'd surely be drained.

Yet none foresaw their ordeal starting right there. Deaths mounted steadily; nearby newbies kept vanishing from the rankings.

The implication hit everyone plainly.

With the first day of the fourth mini-phase done, Zone 50 had started with forty-nine entrants. Just thirty-one lingered now. Eight fell to Ye Zhongming.

Viewing those figures sent shivers through all. This spot now brimmed with bloody undertones.