Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1884: Qiuqiu is angry (2)

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The spherical creature known as Qiuqiu slammed wildly into the Gurui Star Race fighter. Each collision struck the sharp end of the 'branch cone,' piercing it deeply, yet its plump form would compress, then bounce back, compress once more, and rebound again.

The pair of Novices close by, who were mending their wounds, stood utterly frozen in shock.

That had to hurt like hell!

Even without feeling it themselves, they could vividly picture the agony of that branch cone's point jabbing into their flesh.

Don't overlook those pair of white, whip-resembling appendages that had lashed them to the point of coughing up blood, joining in every clash. Whenever the combatants met, they seized the chance to lash at the orb-shaped ally that had aided them.

Its form grew ever more crimson; without close watch, one might mistake it for blood spilling forth.

Having bashed itself eleven times straight, the orb halted at last, realizing this approach yielded little result.

Should the Gurui Star Race fighter learn the orb's current thoughts, he'd likely rage himself to death.

Indeed, he had deflected each of Qiuqiu's assaults with his branch tips. Outwardly, it appeared the round entity was biting off more than it could chew, recklessly barreling ahead and ending up riddled with injuries.

Yet solely the Gurui Star Race combatant understood the fierce jolts those blows had sent through him. How could this entity pack such power?!

These branches formed part of his very being, akin to his own arms and legs. Enduring hit after hit, who wouldn't reel from the strain?

At present, far from staying bound, even without those white strands holding him, he doubted he could sustain his current form.

Still, a nagging sense told him something felt off.

The orb had rammed repeatedly, been repelled each time, pierced and lashed alike. It burned with anger.

Since joining Ye Zhongming, nothing had ever withstood its smashing force!

Using the threads wrapped around the Gurui Star Race fighter's frame to hover midair, it unleashed a fresh barrage of threads from below.

Threads also burst from spots along its flanks.

These threads adhered to the earth, clung to nearby foliage, latched onto massive boulders, and fastened to countless other surfaces.

The Gurui Star Race fighter couldn't guess Qiuqiu's plan, but he sensed it spelled trouble. He strained to break loose. Meanwhile, the whip-like extensions from his gashes stretched out swiftly once more, aiming to strike the orb.

Moreover, his legs started to root themselves, morphing into tendrils that dug into the dirt, shifting him toward a vegetative state.

Right away, writhing, robust roots surged toward the orb, carving furrows across the terrain.

He seethed with resentment; without Qiuqiu binding his branches, he'd have myriad tactics to crush this foe.

Yet prior to his strikes reaching the orb, it acted ahead.

Its "Wu wu" cries flowed almost unbroken, its body deepening to a vivid scarlet. The threads at its sides and base pulled taut, contracting further and further.

It... appeared to be straining?

Peering through the branch gaps, the Gurui Star Race fighter caught the sight. Dread gripped him. Though his visage paled, he tapped deeper reserves to hasten his onslaught.

The two nearby Novices grasped the situation too. Though clueless on Qiuqiu's intent, it seemed set to unleash something major. A hit now would ruin its buildup.

As elite evolved beings themselves, after this brief interval, they'd regained some vigor. Gritting through agony and unease, one charged at the duo of white whip appendages, the other dove toward the underground roots erupting forth.

They struck out, though it amounted to throwing their bodies in the path.

They endured mere seconds before the whips hurled them aside. This round proved far harsher than before; one forfeited half a limb, the other a slab from his pelvic region.

These two Novices, though alive, had forfeited nearly all fighting prowess.

Against a full-grown Gurui Star Race individual, famed for potent solo prowess, a duo of Novices fell short, particularly with this one unleashing everything.

Nevertheless, their efforts bore fruit; they at least stalled the assaults, granting the orb precious moments.

Upon hitting the ground, their wounds gaped wide, yet neither minded. Both fixed their gaze on Qiuqiu. They realized that unless this sudden ally pulled off a miracle, today's fight was doomed.

Qiuqiu fell silent; no "wu wu" escaped its core. But the threads sprouting from it stirred.

The lower and lateral threads drew tight, then curved faintly. The orb's shape elongated slightly.

Then, the duo of maimed Novices and the Gurui Star Race fighter alike beheld a horrifying spectacle.

The orb summoned its might, leveraging the threads on three sides as anchors, and hurled its foe skyward!

The threads binding the Gurui Star Race fighter stayed supple, brimming with springiness. They clutched the branches and catapulted the figure linked to them aloft.

What raw power that demanded!

The two Novices gaped in awe.

If they'd only been startled yet able to fathom the Gurui Star Race fighter lofted earlier—since he'd stood planted then—this was worlds apart. That foe had reshaped his lower body into soil-embedded roots!

All know the toil of yanking a mighty tree free, much less one harboring the Sacred Tree essence melded with an apex warrior.

Yet even such a fighter got 'ripped out' by the orb and tossed heavenward.

Both the white whip appendages and roots dangled futilely in the breeze just then, floundering to steady but crumbling.

The Gurui Star Race fighter arced through the sky, and before cresting the peak, the threads yanked him earthward abruptly.

With a thunderous crash, this Gurui Star Race fighter—who'd gracefully bisected a rival moments prior—plunged a vast hollow into the soil.

Spewing amid the debris and dirt came spurts of hot liquid.

But ere the fighter could rise, control slipped again, and he soared upward once more. His roots and whips clawed at the ground, snagging only handfuls of earth.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Gurui Star Race fighter got flung sky-high over and over, then slammed down hard. The vicinity now pocked with deep depressions. Even the wounded Novices duo had to scramble and tumble distant to dodge getting pulverized.

They sensed their orb ally now raged fiercely, giving scant thought to their safety.

After countless slams, the Gurui Star Race fighter visibly weakened in resistance. The orb hurled him straight before the two grievously hurt Novices, withdrew every thread, and dropped its hold on the mark.

Then it tumbled a few rolls and uttered "Wu wu wu" several times toward the pair of Novices.

Only afterward, once the full Novice skirmish wrapped up, did the two Novices decipher the orb's message.

"Attack! Kill him! I am already exhausted to death!"