Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1898: Explosion again

The warriors of the Evil Armor Star halted their movements.

In truth, even though their fighting achievements gleamed impressively and they had nearly slain all these Novices, the clash had worn them down considerably too.

Each of them bore wounds of different degrees. If they could avoid it, none wanted to take hits. Besides, if they had felt truly secure, those subordinate Novices under them wouldn't have perished in such numbers.

Confronting Ye Zhongming now, the earlier casual vibe they held vanished, replaced by complete gravity.

All these Novices ranked highly. The handful of Evil Armor Star warriors had already tested their prowess firsthand. With the top-ranked figure now stepping in, they needed to treat this threat with utmost caution.

Yet, moments later, the trio from Evil Armor Star erupted in rage.

What was the implication here? Showing up solo?

Indeed, as Ye Zhongming emerged, he signaled for his companions to fall back. It was obvious he planned to face three seasoned fighters plus a bunch of Novices entirely on his own!

How deeply did he underestimate them? What fueled such arrogance?

The Evil Armor Star people wasted no more time. Led by their mightiest member at the forefront, they surged forward as one toward Ye Zhongming.

Before overwhelming might, all resistance would shatter.

Ye Zhongming paid no mind to whatever tactics the Evil Armor Star people might employ.

In terms of standard battle skills, he remained outmatched; taking on three robust, experienced Evil Armor Star warriors lay beyond his grasp.

That said, with his body largely healed, Ye Zhongming swiftly shifted into a particular mode.

Dark fog started seeping from his frame, rapidly expanding across the area. A massive dark silhouette, mirroring Ye Zhongming exactly, materialized amid the chaos of battle.

The skirmishes involving White Robe and the Luther folk eased off slightly; the disturbance here proved too overwhelming to ignore.

Prior deaths had already filled the air with a foul odor so dense it lingered stubbornly. Now, summoning a colossal shadow outright? What kind of entity was this?

Those familiar with the spectacle, such as Helsky, recognized Ye Zhongming's impending action. They urged the Novices to withdraw and whispered warnings to shield their ears best they could.

Though the effort might yield little, every scrap of protection mattered.

The Evil Armor Star people froze at the sight too, yet they stood right beside this apparition, their strikes already committed and impossible to recall.

Their blades made contact with the enormous shadow's lower limbs.

That marked the highest point their reach allowed.

The shadow gradually tilted its head downward. Then, exactly as Helsky and company foresaw, its jaws parted, unleashing a thunderous bellow.

A tremendous wave of psychic force radiated outward from the spot, rippling across the vicinity.

The Novices had retreated a fair distance, yet they tumbled down clutching their skulls in agony, bodies coiled tight. Just a handful with robust wills, like Ji Ruiguang and He, managed to stay aware. The rest, already battered, suffered even more acutely.

Conditions elsewhere fared no better.

Truthfully, this single psychic blast revealed plenty of insights.

For instance, White Robe, Pei Cun, and Jing Wunan merely endured a brief vertigo before snapping back. In contrast, the Luther members and Ainilu Clan fighters struggled harder; unlike the Novices who lost all fight, they staggered away in torment, wholly sidelined from combat.

The Evil Armor Star people endured a similar fate. Greeting them next was a massive sole and an enormous knuckles.

That stomp hurled the Evil Armor Star Novices through the air. The sheer, unstoppable impact cracked their protective gear apart instantly. Mid-flight, their forms broke apart, and they perished on impact with the earth.

The impact proved too ferocious, leaving them utterly undefended... even readiness likely wouldn't have saved them.

That blow targeted the three veteran Evil Armor Star fighters.

The velocity... left much to be desired.

Forget these seasoned combatants—even the Evil Armor Star Novices could have evaded it with ease.

Still, the prior psychic assault paved the way for precisely this.

Beneath the watchful eyes of those still lucid, the colossal knuckles crushed the skulls of the three Evil Armor Star individuals.

Followed the resounding thud of earth meeting force and the snap of fracturing material.

That came from the sturdy plating of the Evil Armor Star people.

Back then, Hawkins in his prime—meaning Aimusi's spouse—had fallen to Ye Zhongming's identical technique without lasting a second.

He differed from a full-fledged veteran back then, though not by a vast margin. In energy terms, he hovered near 1,500 Fuleila.

These Evil Armor Star people lingered around the 2,000 mark, bolstered by their formidable defenses, far sturdier than Hawkins. Yet their current state left them vulnerable; fissures riddled their frames, and countless fractures likely plagued their bones.

Still, death eluded them. Far from it—they retaliated the instant the dark fog behemoth, a perfect likeness of Ye Zhongming, drew back its knuckles.

Some enigmatic dark glow, of unclear nature, pierced into the dark fog behemoth's form, making it lurch unsteadily. Then, the three Evil Armor Star people vaulted from the depression formed by the strike.

Movements on both ends dragged with sluggishness. The dark fog behemoth moved that way by design, while injuries hobbled the Evil Armor Star people.

The dark fog behemoth reeled but kept its poise intact. One leg extended in a fluid sweep.

Fortune soured somewhat for the Evil Armor Star people; their jump carried them straight into this limb's path.

The might fell short of full potency, being a hasty follow-up. But what defined the dark fog behemoth's edge? Raw power.

One swipe propelled the three Evil Armor Star veterans tumbling back into the pit.

Ye Zhongming's dark fog duplicate had regained balance and readied another swing.

With a thunderous crash, it connected once more. As the limb retracted, the Evil Armor Star people clung to life but couldn't spring free anymore; scrambling was their limit.

Ye Zhongming's dark fog behemoth unleashed a third strike. The Evil Armor Star people, not yet escaped, got driven back to the pit's depths.

By now, the towering dark fog behemoth paled in hue, visibly dimming—a clear indicator of its waning presence.

Further blows carried far less of the crushing force from earlier.

Yet... the Evil Armor Star people strayed far from their starting vigor. Ravaged by wounds, they deployed every trick to endure these faltering hits, blow by blow.

At one point, the dark fog behemoth vanished entirely. Ye Zhongming materialized in his actual body at the rim of the self-made depression. Sweat soaked him now, his complexion ashen, torso rising and falling sharply with labored gasps.

Within the depression, two Evil Armor Star veterans sprawled lifeless, forms mangled and warped like pulverized dough. Solely the strongest Evil Armor Star veteran persisted, dragging himself upward with a single crooked arm. But his frame resembled roadkill flattened by endless traffic. A stone the size of a fist tumbled from the edge and struck his crown. As the breaking point, the head's black plating—its finest shield—shattered outright. With it went his skull... and his existence.