Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1879: Ultimate move

Ye Zhongming's mind raced at full speed. Death here was the last thing he desired; he yearned to witness the Earth Spirit's true form once its evolution completed.

However, the reality stood clear: the difference between him and this half-beast warrior remained small, but utterly impossible to close.

This foe marked yet another one that left him feeling powerless. The previous such enemy had been the Holy Father from the Blue Secret Realm.

The Cloud Peak King compelled himself to regain composure.

Already, the Black Earth Armor had vanished, a sign that the Earth Spirit now slumbered deeply and had truly begun its evolution process.

With a swift gesture, Ye Zhongming unleashed Mountain Press. An enormous mountain plummeted from the sky, covering all three individuals below.

The half-beast glanced upward, his features finally twisting into a grave look.

The overwhelming might of this technique registered clearly to him.

Never had he anticipated that a mere beginner could impose such intense pressure upon him.

After all, he counted as a standard fighter possessing just 1,900 Fureila. As for these newcomers? Based on prior encounters, exceeding a thousand points marked an impressive feat. The disparity with him loomed vast. In battle, unless it ended in total domination, he would swiftly overpower them with ease.

In truth, this individual had already delivered a massive shock to him. Owing to their lineage, half-beasts held strength that placed them near the pinnacle among Cosmic races, surpassed only by the mightiest and dominant ones. Nevertheless, his rival's power fell only marginally short of his own. Given the enormous divide in Fureila, this suggested the opponent's innate prowess in this area vastly outshone his.

From the visual cues, the half-beast discerned that this fighter hailed from that tiny blue world. Yet that world appeared as the puniest among the seven objectives, teeming with the sparsest lifeforms, and even the Slave Race that claimed it consisted of mere youths.

How formidable could its inhabitants possibly be?

Yet this warrior had shattered his assumptions entirely, particularly with this current technique, which sparked an primal warning of peril within him.

He pulled back the lengthy staff gripped in his grasp. In a flash, it vanished to his rear. The free hand thrust ahead, launching a fierce palm strike.

Ye Zhongming sensed his consciousness falter briefly. In that split second, his command over the skill and his very form seemed utterly severed!

Yet this disorientation endured for merely a heartbeat before it faded away. He spotted a hand nearing perilously close to his position.

Dodging or blocking with his own limb proved impossible now. Desperation forced him to lift his arm, folding it at the joint to slam his elbow into the foe's wrist right as the palm neared his torso.

Leveraging that impact, he leaped backward. The half-beast's palm grazed past his features.

A sharp ache surged through Ye Zhongming's limb right away. Though it didn't shatter or go numb, the twist revealed the tremendous power infused in the enemy's strike.

astonishment swelled further in the half-beast.

The technique he deployed went by the name Dazzling Palm, Hidden Staff. It led with the palm, infused with a psychic disruption tactic, designed to dissolve the mountain conjured by Ye Zhongming. That would eliminate the gravest threat facing the half-beast.

As a bonus, should this foe fail to respond swiftly, the palm could outright claim Ye Zhongming's life.

But this strike found itself neutralized.

Through this, the half-beast uncovered yet another anomaly in his adversary: an extraordinarily potent mental energy!

Physical might as a forte, and psychic strength as well?!

The half-beast found it baffling, for such dual specialties rarely coexisted within one species.

Still, panic evaded him. If psychic meddling failed to force the rival to dispel the technique, he would simply slay the man before the mountain crashed down. Surely, the mountain would vanish then, wouldn't it?!

The second phase of the technique, Hidden Staff, now emerged.

Coiling like a serpent, once the palm missed its mark due to Ye Zhongming's raised arm, it slithered around the half-beast's neck. Shielded by the outstretched limb to blind the view, it darted forth from the arm's side, aiming directly at Ye Zhongming's skull.

This assault struck with blinding speed and utter abruptness.

By the instant Ye Zhongming registered it, delay had already set in.

With no alternatives, when overpowered in raw force, passivity became unavoidable.

Clenching his jaw, the Cloud Peak King activated teleportation.

This ability carried strict limits on activations within brief periods. Surpassing those thresholds inflicted escalating harm upon the user's frame.

Instinct urged Ye Zhongming to shift sideways for evasion, but as he locked onto the path, he opted for retreat instead.

The staff's end before him abruptly forked into three prongs, thrusting toward three separate angles.

The Cloud Peak King eyed the nearby yet exhausted, honed staff point, realizing his gut reaction had evaded the enemy's lethal intent.

"Later, I'll leave it to you."

Suddenly, the Cloud Peak King uttered those words, and then his form plunged into a dreamlike haze.

Stunned, he froze as the water chain she had bound to Ye Zhongming snapped apart. This signified the Cloud Peak King now existed in a phase immune to targeting.

The half-beast, lamenting his failed blow, also paused in bewilderment, unable to grasp what transpired with this warrior. How did he possess a power to render his body faintly translucent, akin to a phantom?

Slowly, he withdrew, uncertain if the half-beast might turn on her. Maintaining distance felt essential while she awaited Ye Zhongming's next action.

Regarding what he intended to entrust to her, clarity eluded her at present.

Abruptly, the airborne mountain underwent a transformation.

From its majestic peak shape, it crumbled into myriad stone shards. These shards then whirled and merged, shaping into a colossal ring of earth.

The ambient air thickened as if solidified. Both He and the half-beast below experienced their forms mired in viscous adhesive, rendering motion excruciatingly sluggish.

Though ignorant of the impending peril, the half-beast's dread intensified. With a bellow, he swung his staff wildly at his environs, straining desperately to shift position in a bid to flee the zone beneath the looming earthen ring.

Escape proved far from simple. Despite his utmost efforts, progress amounted to mere inches per second. Freedom demanded no less than ten minutes.

At that juncture, the ring of earth initiated its plunge, hurtling downward with alarming velocity. As it dropped, it contracted. Upon nearing two or three meters over the half-beast's crown, its width had dwindled to just two or three meters.

Beneath the half-beast's horrified stare, the earthen ring descended over his head, encircling his frame before constricting, binding him securely!

The staff, his gear—none held relevance now. Every struggle from the half-beast amounted to nothing.

At last, he comprehended the task Ye Zhongming had assigned to her.

Kill!