Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 2247: Sneak attack (3)

The people around were all a bit stunned.

Soon everyone realized that the man just now seemed to have thrown a formation plate on the ground. Could it have been because of that formation plate?

They thought back carefully but could not recall which Su Clan formation plate had such an effect.

It was not that their memory was poor; it was really that they had never encountered it before.

Formation plates were originally strictly controlled by the Su Clan, and although Huo'er Star people could always obtain some, the number was small. They could occasionally come into contact with them, but only occasionally, and being able to know the names of a few formation plates and the arrays they represented was already quite good.

As for understanding, it really started only with this sudden release of formation plate sales by the Su Clan.

Although formation plates, for non-array masters outside the Su Clan, had limited practical use, especially in sudden encounters, they could not activate the arrays as quickly and accurately as array masters could. So at most they would just learn a little and not study them deeply.

People like them, with Furelai all above sixty or seventy thousand, had the most pressing task of breaking through the one-hundred-thousand threshold; that was the watershed for martial power, the watershed for status within the race, and naturally also the watershed for power and interests.

Originally, the morale of this Huo'er Star squad had been high, because killing such a prominent figure as Ye Zhongming was a very fulfilling thing, and it was also a task that would earn more credit, so they had previously displayed a rather fearless and death-defying spirit.

But now it was different; the target had vanished, they had nothing to do, and even their high spirits dissipated. Even those responsible for intercepting on the outer perimeter lost their previous drive and no longer fought desperately against those attacking them.

Where exactly had the man gone?

Not only the Huo'er Star people had this question; even the members of the small-race alliance were puzzled, and only a few guessed the answer.

"Little Prison?"

An array master who had come to reinforce from not far from Jie Su thought for a moment and suddenly said.

"Yes." Jie Su acknowledged, controlling the array to send out a mobile light wall, pushing back the enemies charging from one direction.

Little Prison was just another name for this kind of formation plate; its real name was "Micro Battlefield," a capability that could briefly transfer oneself and the targets within the array's range into a two-dimensional space. The duration could be controlled, but the maximum time was directly proportional to the quality of the materials used to make this formation plate and the amount of energy input by the maker and the user.

That is, the user could end the array at any time; if not actively ended, it would end on its own when the maximum duration was reached.

When facing an unknown number of enemies surrounding him from all sides, Ye Zhongming had chosen this method as a temporary solution.

It was indeed temporary, because Jie Su knew that even if the Micro Battlefield formation plate was made extremely well, it could not last very long, especially when many people entered and fierce fighting occurred; it could probably only last about two or three minutes.

But undoubtedly, Ye Zhongming had given others time to come and rescue him.

Jie Su immediately continued his previous actions, constantly dispatching his subordinates to rush over, no matter how great the sacrifice, to ensure that nothing happened to Ye Zhongming.

The Huo'er Star people who had lost their target, after a brief discussion of more than ten seconds, quickly made a decision: leaving ten people to stay put on the spot, while the rest threw themselves into the outer perimeter to intercept those coming over, killing as many opponents as possible.

If Ye Zhongming still did not appear after twenty minutes, they would change their target and launch a surprise attack and assassination on Jie Su.

But they did not have to wait twenty minutes; after three minutes, Ye Zhongming appeared, and with him appeared the corpses of the three Huo'er Star people who had vanished with him.

In that small micro-space, it was clear that Ye Zhongming had killed all three enemies.

But his condition, with just one glance, was obviously very bad; there was much blood on his body, whether his own or others' was unclear. The Moonlight Field that had been lit earlier had also disappeared, though it was unknown whether the gravity field was still active. In his hand, he was not holding the greatsword, nor the two daggers that had appeared earlier, but a strange-shaped blade that should have been taken from an enemy, and its level was clearly lower than the ones he had used before.

Obviously, while quickly disposing of his opponents, Ye Zhongming had also paid a tremendous price.

The twelve Huo'er Star people were startled for a moment, then rushed forward. If not now, when would they strike while he was down?

But Ye Zhongming, covered in blood, sneered coldly and threw another formation plate on the ground, still a "Micro Battlefield" plate.

Again, the three nearest Huo'er Star people vanished along with Ye Zhongming.

"Damn it!"

A Huo'er Star man slammed his weapon furiously into the ground, both eyes burning with raging fire.

"Don't rush. This formation plate probably cannot move its position. We'll stay right here and wait. He can take three of us at a time, and I don't believe he can kill all of us."

After just one look, everyone roughly knew the characteristics of this kind of formation plate, so they immediately made a decision.

The Huo'er Star people could guess it, and naturally the formation plate makers on the Su Clan side knew it too, so both sides did not stop fighting because of Ye Zhongming's brief disappearances; instead, they fought even more fiercely. On one hand, they held their ground firmly at the place where Ye Zhongming appeared; on the other, they wanted to push the attackers away from that area.

Although the Huo'er Star people did not have a numerical advantage nearby, this squad was individually strong. They coordinated with each other and deliberately shrank their defensive perimeter, so the people from the Su Clan and the small-race alliance truly could not break through in a short time.

Moreover, Huo'er Star people in the surrounding areas naturally also saw the situation here; they spontaneously moved closer, sniping at the constantly arriving opponents.

The two sides formed a major battle nearby.

This situation was favorable to the Huo'er Star people, because as long as no great expert from the Su Clan side arrived, they had a very high chance of successfully killing Ye Zhongming.

But could a great expert from the Su Clan and the small races have come over? At least for the moment, it seemed there was no opportunity.

Three minutes later, Ye Zhongming reappeared, and with him were no longer three corpses, but two, and one Huo'er Star man, though severely wounded, was still alive, lying there staring at Ye Zhongming and laughing wildly.

He knew he would survive.

But... Ye Zhongming's body was already swaying, yet that did not hinder him from throwing down the third formation plate at the fastest speed.

The Cloud Peak King, along with the other two Huo'er Star people and the severely wounded one, vanished again.

The attacks launched the moment Ye Zhongming appeared landed in space.

When he appeared again, would Ye Zhongming still be alive?

Everyone watching this place had such a question in their hearts...