Apocalypse Gachapon

Jie Kui placed down Shi Kangbu, who had slightly regained consciousness, and called to Helsky and Yang Tuo to approach the center of the battlefield together, which was the huge black shadow created by Ye Zhongming.

At their level, they all had a general judgment of the battle’s direction. It couldn’t be said to be right or wrong, but it was gained through experience from countless life-and-death moments.

This thing was colorless and formless but extremely important.

Under normal circumstances, Jie Kui wouldn’t have made this choice, but after seeing this huge black shadow punch Hawkins out of sight and kick the arrogant and domineering Aimusi until she spat blood, he had a guess—perhaps Ye Zhongming’s state couldn’t last too long, or it must have some obvious weaknesses. Once known, this state could be broken at any time.

In Jie Kui’s view, rather than placing the blame for breaking the situation on Helsky and Yang Tuo, it was better to let Ye Zhongming resolve the problem once and for all with this move. What he needed to do was try to prolong Ye Zhongming’s state a little longer.

If he could see this, Wade and Yaka could see it too. Now was also a critical moment of life and death. They looked at each other and then together met Jie Kui, Helsky, Yang Tuo, and He head-on—four people.

Jie Kui sneered coldly, and his last trace of worry about victory disappeared.

If it were him, the best choice at this time would be to reinforce Hawkins, block Ye Zhongming’s attack, create a breathing space for Hawkins, and create an opportunity for Aimusi to launch an attack.

But doing this would risk being attacked by Ye Zhongming.

The power of that punch and kick just now was clear to everyone—very strong, so strong that they all felt awe. Wade and Yaka’s current choice was to prioritize their own safety over the team’s. They were bound to lose, given their current situation.

As if confirming Jie Kui’s thoughts, the huge black shadow created by Ye Zhongming threw a second punch, heavily smashing toward Hawkins.

Different from the first punch, this punch attracted Hawkins’s tit-for-tat resistance.

All his energy, plus the power of his bloodline and skills, and the potential outburst at the critical moment of life and death, made Hawkins himself feel that this was the peak strike of his life.

The power of the God of Faith bloodline allowed Hawkins to exert his strength to the extreme. At this moment, he even comprehended a completely new method.

From Jie Kui, Helsky, He, Yang Tuo, and even Wade, Yaka, and Aimusi, strands of clear and cool energy floated out. The moment they appeared, they moved to Hawkins.

It was a very bizarre feeling. Everyone was clear about it, but everyone also felt it wasn’t quite real.

Hawkins rose in resistance to try and fight a way out, but now he discovered that he had found the true essence of his bloodline. Perhaps this was the true face of this so-called top-tier bloodline.

He looked intently at the fist Ye Zhongming was smashing down, confidence beginning to fill his body, despite already being quite injured.

He felt that in this duel, he might not lose—no, he might even win.

Hawkins had already begun to anticipate the scene of Ye Zhongming’s black shadow collapsing under his faith-powered punch.

Two fists of vastly different sizes finally collided.

Even Jie Kui, Wade, and others, who had started fighting again, instinctively paused, using their eyes to seek the outcome.

Aimusi, who was already close to the black shadow, was so nervous her heart seemed to stop.

She felt her husband’s improvement. That clear and cool energy that appeared from her should be something her husband temporarily comprehended. Perhaps… things wouldn’t be as bad as she imagined.

Aimusi thought this, but didn’t let herself relax. She mustered her full strength to attack, and the next moment, she crashed into the black shadow.

Aimusi felt a surge of joy because she had found that the black shadow was actually beginning to collapse under her strike.

To be honest, she admitted that Ye Zhongming was strong. Even when it was just the two of them, they had a consensus that this Cloud Peak King’s personal strength was a bit stronger than either of them individually.

But it was only a bit. This bit of strength didn’t mean victory in combat; it only meant a slightly higher chance of winning. But combat was ever-changing; this tiny difference wasn’t very obvious when fighting desperately and could even be ignored.

But the Hawkins couple fought together, which was enough to overwhelm Ye Zhongming. This was the confidence behind their relentless pursuit.

The opponent suddenly created a huge black shadow, seemingly amplifying his power to an extreme, catching the couple off guard. But Aimusi now firmly believed that they would still achieve final victory.

In fact, wasn’t this shadow already collapsing? Aimusi didn’t believe such a big move would have no side effects. Even using a bloodline had a fatigue period.

The black shadow appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly. Ye Zhongming’s figure was revealed inside. As everyone expected, his face was pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he even used his left hand to support his right arm, obviously injured in the previous attack.

Aimusi’s attack exhausted. She stood on the ground, the mechanical long spear restored to its original form, standing tall, but it was about to end Ye Zhongming’s life.

But before she could act, she glanced at her husband… where her husband was.

There was nothing there. Aimusi’s heart instantly sank.

“Are you looking for him?” Ye Zhongming’s slightly mocking words floated over, his gaze turning to a deep pit nearby.

Aimusi couldn’t care to distinguish whether Ye Zhongming’s words were true or false, nor could she care to attack this person who had killed her son. She quickly rushed to the edge of the large pit, first stunned, then ferocity emerged on her face, followed by an almost hysterical, piercing scream!

Dead! Her husband was dead!

Right at the bottom of the pit in front of her, the whole person was unrecognizable, turned into a pile of stacked, mangled flesh. It looked… how to say it? It was like observing a person from above: the head, shoulders, and raised fist were all on one plane. Of course, the rest of the body was around this plane, the splattered flesh and blood more like adornments.

This was a cruel picture of a bloody corpse.

When Ye Zhongming finished saying that, his body had already moved backward.

He had won that duel. But Hawkins’s final counterattack, breaking through his own potential, had severely fractured Ye Zhongming’s right hand, temporarily disabling it. He didn’t want to face the soon-to-be mad Aimusi in his current state, nor did he want his team members to encounter her.

In today’s battle, he was very satisfied with the team he had formed and didn’t want any casualties, even if that could trade for Aimusi’s life.

“Go!”

At Ye Zhongming’s command, everyone disengaged from the battlefield and retreated backward.