Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1913: Again (2)

The spacecraft of the Star-Eye Clan, buzzing with intense thrill moments ago, plunged into utter quietness.

Just a short while back, they genuinely believed victory was theirs, yet... in the end, the sheer number of foes proved overwhelming. Despite suffering massive casualties, they managed to endure those lethal techniques.

Moreover, Ye Zhongming's shift in form lasted too shortly, giving the enemies a moment to recover. Had it gone on for merely a couple more minutes, every assailant would have crumbled completely.

Enduring close to ninety percent losses without breaking ranks was a feat only these mighty beings across the cosmos could pull off. Yet, in the same vein, if a handful more had perished, even these mighty beings would have bolted, as it would spell certain doom.

Regrettably. This pair of words echoed in the mind of each Star-Eye Clan individual.

Less than half an hour remained before the Novice battlefield wrapped up, but they realized that for Ye Zhongming and his group, more than twenty minutes stretched out endlessly.

The sensation of plummeting from the heights of joy down to harsh reality proved utterly devastating.

Numerous folks gripped their fists hard, only to release them moments later, sensing that this short stint on the Novice battlefield resembled a fleeting dream—one filled with splendor. Sadly, that dream now neared its close.

Across the battlefield, countless others shared similar thoughts.

The fresh arrivals—warriors and Novices at the edges—though drawn ultimately by the points from Ye Zhongming and his allies, their sudden entry offered a brief reprieve to the defenders. The creatures currently assaulting Ye Zhongming and the rest now had to watch out for these intruders, uncertain if the late arrivals might trample right over their bodies to claim those points from Ye Zhongming and the others.

Thus, despite Ye Zhongming, White Robe, and their companions being cornered into a tiny zone at the hill's peak, barely clinging on, they hadn't been broken apart just yet.

Still, the peril kept mounting with every passing second.

Three minutes into the renewed clash, one seasoned Su Clan warrior took a grave hit and dropped down. Though he pressed firmly against his injury, it was obvious he wouldn't pull through without potent healing.

A flicker of grief crossed Jie Su's gaze. His surviving kin poured all their energy into weaving water chains for the group's shield, leaving no spare moment to aid their fallen comrade. Any lapse there, and the whole barrier would shatter at once.

As for the rest of the badly hurt...

They lingered on the brink of death, nothing more. If they could still shift about, it wasn't deemed a critical wound; even hurling a rock from the rear counted as joining the fray.

Maybe this was simply destiny at play.

Jie Su brandished his blade and, aided by a clansman who braved harm, severed the head of the foe right in his path.

The latecomers clashed with the earlier arrivals. Even without an original urge to battle, suspicion hung thick in the air, and with the field littered in bodies and reeking of fresh blood, the tiniest stir sparked a response, turning tension into outright strife.

The first wave of attackers loathed these interlopers even deeper. These folks aimed to pilfer gains from the jaws of danger.

They shied from the dangers before, yet now they swoop in at the sight of rewards? No chance.

This fueled their assaults on the newcomers to rage hotter than their prior strikes against Ye Zhongming, White Robe, and the group. Before, their efforts weren't mere show, but far from total commitment either, surrounded by so many. A single blow per foe sufficed to occupy them, and with time, openings would surely emerge.

Without the Silk Sea Light Array and Ye Zhongming's abrupt surge, they truly could have claimed the prizes with minimal losses.

But facing these poachers, they threw themselves into the fight without restraint.

Earlier, all had charged at these targets for points and standings, braving the ire of powers like the Su Clan and Sheke Star, weathering the fierce array strikes and exceptional counters. Survivors bided their time for the payoff. But now, meeting thieves who rendered all prior toil and peril pointless, how could anyone stomach that? If not in this instant, then when to unleash full fury?

And when one faction battled tooth and nail, with strengths evenly matched, holding back meant certain death for you.

As a result, a vast zone encircling the little hill descended into wild turmoil.

Even if their first aim wasn't grabbing Ye Zhongming, Jie Su, and the others' points, slaying one extra foe still netted solid rewards. Plus, with scant time till the Novice battlefield's close, little else mattered. Better to rack up scores here or loot the fallen.

Besides, while the seven Survivor Fortresses sprawled enormously, nearly planet-sized, packed with cities and outposts, they couldn't accommodate the endless multitudes from the universe's myriad races, leaving living room scarce. Often, arenas or hunt zones overlapped heavily, and with folks from rival groups, clashes over turf brewed. Countless species nursed deep grudges.

The Novice battlefield stood as a prime outlet for unleashing such animosities.

In these closing stages of the Novice battlefield, some battled for bare survival, others for tallies, some out of duty, some driven by old vendettas, some chasing prospects, some upholding visions...

Yet regardless of their motives, all were locked in combat.

Across myriad display screens, this staggering spectacle unfolded in unison.

From the small hill as the core, outward in all directions, brutal skirmishes raged without pause. The once-steady points leaderboard now flipped at a frantic pace, making viewers fear the system might buckle any second.

All recognized this frenzy would rage right up to the Novice battlefield's official shutdown.

The chaos did aid Ye Zhongming, White Robe, and their side somewhat, yet their personal plight grew ever grimmer.

With every soul fixated on slaughter, even Yisewei faced relentless pursuit. Though she'd felled the most after White Robe, her pair of escorts bore heavy wounds shielding her and pulled back. Were it not for their peak prowess, their seasoned skills holding firm under pressure, gear far superior to the rest, and aid from the Changxu Water Race, it wouldn't have stopped at mere grave hurts.

At present, only White Robe, Yisewei, and Jie Su could muster real fighting force.

As the countdown hit ten minutes to the Novice battlefield's finish, White Robe, following Yisewei and Jie Su's lead, finally uttered Ye Zhongming's name.

This wild fighter had reached his breaking point too.

Ye Zhongming let out a silent sigh. Events had spiraled thus; in the end, they must play their last hidden card.

He rose, casting caution aside briefly, advancing a couple of paces. White Robe covered him from the incoming blows. Amid the Star-Eye Clan Silver Order Leader's sharp cry of 'Are you crazy?', Ye Zhongming pulled out the items handed to him by White Robe and Yisewei, downing them in a single swallow.

Right after, a ring of dark silhouettes formed around his frame. The very next moment, a second ring emerged. In the third instant, yet another...

Within ten seconds, radiating from Ye Zhongming, a complete set of ten rings of dark silhouettes took shape. The outer ones swelled with more duplicates of Ye Zhongming's form. By the tenth ring, over sixty already stood!

And it didn't halt there. The dark silhouettes kept spreading further, ring by ring...

Countless onlookers witnessed this and, recalling the top Novice's earlier outburst, a shocked query exploded in their thoughts...

Are you done yet? Again?!