Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1880: All chaos
Previously on Apocalypse Gachapon...
Uncertainty lingered about how much longer the earthen ring, dropped from above, could hold. Once grasping Ye Zhongming's intent, she unleashed her most powerful Holy Sigil strike without delay.
A beam of light raced forward, slamming the Holy Sigil into the half-beast's skull and hurling him backward through the air.
Yet upon inspection, she discovered the attack hadn't slain him, merely dousing his head in a torrent of blood.
Could this creature truly possess such unyielding resilience?
The woman from the Changxu Water Race yearned to fire off another Holy Sigil, but the target's prone position complicated aiming properly. Any hasty shot risked striking the earthen ring that encased the half-beast from neck down to knees.
Should her blast accidentally shatter that restraint and release him, she suspected Ye Zhongming would end her life on the spot.
Thus, she dashed to the half-beast's position, drew forth a duo of short spears, and commenced jabbing viciously at his cranium.
The half-beast proved himself a true fighter, yet He ranked as a level nine evolved being. The arms she wielded consisted of top-tier materials; else, she who rarely handled weapons wouldn't carry them as spares.
He assailed with wild fury, while the half-beast thrashed in resistance.
Amid the agony, he summoned his might. However, as moments ticked by, the half-beast sensed the power that perpetually surged within him starting to ebb away bit by bit.Terror of impending doom at last eclipsed all pride and assurance, erupting into endless cries.
But the very next instant, He's fractured spear pierced right through his mouth.
Crimson sprayed everywhere, and the noises faded into silence.
He gasped for breath, the splintered spear slipping from her grasp to the dirt. Disregarding the gore staining her palms, she leaned on her thighs, appearing utterly drained.
Exhaustion truly gripped her—the sort of bone-deep weariness from grueling exertion amid nail-biting stress. Dread had gnawed at her that her strikes lacked the force to finish the half-beast. Had he escaped, doom would have claimed both her and Ye Zhongming.
The earthen ring faded away steadily. With its retreat, Ye Zhongming's form likewise eased back to normalcy. Upon its total dissipation, the Cloud Peak King unveiled his authentic appearance.
In that instant, he resembled someone fished from a flood, utterly soaked, locks matted with perspiration, cheeks burning crimson, frame quivering, and gaze dulled.
"Let's go quickly." Ye Zhongming forced out those two words laboriously, his tone utterly foreign to his usual self.
He rushed to support her ally at once, and they hastened off in a chosen direction.
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White Robe halted with his pair of followers beside a lake. Across from them loomed three figures.
"Kui Yucang."
White Robe recognized this individual. He hailed from the Nakun Great Meteor Belt race. White Robe had crossed paths with him once on an expedition hunt, sparking some bad blood. Subsequently, within a survivor fortress's coliseum, the pair settled their grudge via duel. White Robe emerged victorious, and with relative ease.
Back then, to elevate the Star-Eye Clan's fame, White Robe spared no mercy against this foe and even tossed in taunts, utterly humiliating Kui Yucang.
White Robe hadn't given it a second thought then. Though the Nakun Race outmatched the Star-Eye Clan slightly, the difference remained modest. Picking such a group as a showcase target made perfect sense.
He simply hadn't anticipated meeting him in this place.
"After hearing your Star-Eye Clan's young one claimed the top rank, I've anticipated this encounter. Not only did I seize the chance I sought, but I stumbled upon you as well!" Kui Yucang viewed this as the Cosmic God's blessing.
His original plan targeted sabotage against the Star-Eye Clan. Aware they'd rush to shield the number one ranked youth, he pinpointed Ye Zhongming's spot and patrolled this region deliberately to ambush the trio of descending Star-Eye Clan fighters.
By blocking them, Kui Yucang figured the boy called Ye Zhongming wouldn't survive even an hour before falling to another. That would serve as indirect payback for his earlier loss.
Yet fate twisted further: he met not just Star-Eye Clan folk, but his personal rival!
Following that public defeat to White Robe, only Kui Yucang grasped the full toll. It cost him his clan's backing. Overnight, he plummeted from rising star to mere commoner.
Since that blow, scant resources came his way, capping his Fureila at roughly 1,900 to date.
Only the unique demands of this mission earned him the descent slot.
Meanwhile, his old adversary White Robe had soared ahead, ascending to Silver Order Leader of the Star-Eye Clan, a figure celebrated across Cosmic races.
The divide between them stretched vast as the cosmos.
Now, this man stood before him. Kui Yucang seized the insight: his golden shot at reversal had materialized. Evidently, White Robe had curbed his power via special methods for the drop. Thus, his present Fureila hovered near 2,000 at best, matching Kui Yucang's own. Victory over him could...
Kui Yucang refrained from dreaming too grandly ahead, but prospects gleamed promising.
White Robe drew a steadying breath. He foresaw complications arising, yet not this swiftly. Mere entry into Zone 50 brought this clash, and against such a foe.
He lifted his arms deliberately. With matters thus, battle it was!
Swirling gales like whirlpools coalesced in his palms, dyed a profound cyan-blue that enveloped his hands entirely. That hue flickered in his eyes too.
"Hand-Eye Star Vortex." Kui Yucang instantly identified White Robe's technique. It had felled him previously; now, he'd confront it anew.
He extended his own palms, exposing mechanical gauntlets. His forearms sheathed similarly, blending seamlessly with his body's armor, free of any clash.
"You two, go find Ye Zhongming. Leave this to me." White Robe murmured abruptly to his subordinates. Then his form rocketed skyward like a launched projectile, palms slashing forth to assail the trio before him.
Though spoken softly, all were seasoned pros. How could the opponents miss it? Learning White Robe aimed to take on three alone ignited fury in Kui Yucang and his two Nakun Great Meteor Belt comrades alike.
How deeply did he disdain them?! Each boasted around 1,900 Fureila as battle-hardened warriors. What set him apart?
They watched the other duo of Star-Eye Clan warriors skirt past without pursuit; instead, all three turned to engage White Robe.
If you believe you can manage us solo, we'll grant that test!
Amid surging animosity, the groups smashed together.
Not distant from that fray, Jie Kui and Helsky faced their own perils. Post-lifting of zone limits, their squad had plunged into Zone 50 seeking Ye Zhongming. Yet actuality diverged sharply from their expectations...