Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 2248: Peak battle

Ye Zhongming quickly provided the answer. He appeared again, still standing, but among the three Huo'er Star people, two were still dead, and the remaining one was still the same severely wounded one from before.

Ye Zhongming ignored him and successfully killed the two uninjured opponents.

Every Huo'er Star person who witnessed this scene felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

These were all people roughly on par with Ye Zhongming, and some of them even had a higher Furelai than Ye Zhongming, yet by now, how many had already been killed by him?

Had this man already become this strong?

On the Huo'er Star side, they had the most advanced external Furelai testing equipment in the entire universe. Although it still could not be very precise, the general range could be determined, and they had previously seen that Ye Zhongming's Furelai was around sixty to seventy thousand.

At that level, it was not considered much among the Huo'er Star people, so how could he be so powerful?

Thus, this time when Ye Zhongming emerged, not even a single Huo'er Star person rushed to his side immediately.

Even though the Cloud Peak King's condition truly looked quite bad.

Ye Zhongming gave a contemptuous smile, casually waved his hand, and a beam of light flew from his hand, struck the severely wounded man's head, and directly ended his life.

For an instant, silence fell all around.

Many people saw Ye Zhongming raise his head, saw the look in Ye Zhongming's eyes, and also saw... that he had taken out another identical formation plate in his hand...

They could read the meaning in his gaze. It was... "You come here," no, "all of you come here."

Yes, his condition was indeed bad, and he did not even have that Black Soil Armor anymore; his body was even tilted, but still no one dared to go over.

Who knew if he could still drag a few more down with him before dying?

If you killed Ye Zhongming and survived, that was a meritorious deed; if you died, you could only be mourned.

And this hesitation caused the Huo'er Star people to completely lose their chance to kill Ye Zhongming. White Dragon Horse had already used its physical advantages to break through the interceptors and flew above Ye Zhongming's head. With this great-expert-level traitor dragon race member present, unless the two peak experts above came down, no one could kill Ye Zhongming in a short time.

The Huo'er Star side was also decisive; seeing that they could not kill Ye Zhongming, they simply shifted their target, using squad formations to assault the Su Clan and small-race alliance's battle lines.

As for Ye Zhongming, although they had not killed him, he seemed unlikely to accomplish much for the time being, so the strategic objective was considered half achieved.

The battlefield returned to its previous state, with both sides locked in a desperate, chaotic melee. Everyone understood that for this kind of battle to end, either one side would be wiped out, or some decisive change in the situation would occur.

"Can you still fight?" White Dragon Horse circled overhead, constantly intercepting some Huo'er Star people who wanted to pick off easy targets nearby as well as their skills.

Ye Zhongming let out a chuckle and said, "Actually, if those guys had held on a little longer, it would have been bad. I really couldn't fight anymore."

White Dragon Horse made an ambiguous expression. "I think you're done too."

Ye Zhongming very much wanted to raise his middle finger at the sky, but his whole body ached, and he really did not want to move.

"I can still manage. You'll see in a bit."

The Cloud Peak King suddenly said with a light laugh, then raised his head to look at the two peak experts locked in fierce combat above.

But then he lowered his head again, and a shadow of gloom passed through his eyes.

Ye Zhongming knew that although the situation appeared evenly matched, and both sides could even effectively kill members of the Crown Guard while fighting each other, the Reina Star people's forces could arrive at any moment. By then, after both sides had worn themselves out, how could they intercept them?

And even if they withstood the attack, how would things be resolved? If all three sides survived, exposure was almost inevitable.

And once this matter was brought to the level of the entire universe's cosmic races for resolution, it would be far too disadvantageous for the Su Clan and the small-race alliance.

But the reality was already beyond anyone's control.

At this point, clear-headed people could fully understand Jie Su's anger toward Elder Luozhi Su at the time, and even why he had arbitrarily stripped him of his elder position. Because it was he who had made this matter so complicated.

But now, they could only take it one step at a time.

The situation changed the moment Kunzuo took out the Fallen Saint Bow.

The two peak experts had truly begun fighting in earnest, and Kunzuo finally, at this moment, produced a Lie God-grade top-tier piece of equipment.

Kirsailting seemed to know that this equipment was on his opponent; his entire body blazed with white light, and then he raised both hands toward the sky, as if pulling something down from above. A pure-white tornado descended from the heavens, enveloping Kirsailting within it, and from the place connecting to the sky, smaller tornadoes continuously flew down, crashing toward Kunzuo.

Kunzuo held the Fallen Saint Bow, and on it appeared a fiery red bird, attaching itself to the energy arrow on the bowstring. Countless energies between heaven and earth turned into wisps that condensed onto it, and then it shot out as an arrow that illuminated the sky and earth.

Countless people were drawn by the various celestial phenomena above, even forgetting the battle they were in.

A battle between peak experts was something many people would never see in their entire lives.

Now, relying solely on White Dragon Horse to protect him, Ye Zhongming watched this breathtaking scene in the sky and muttered to himself, "You guys are cultivating immortality, aren't you?"

The speed of this arrow was not fast; in fact, to many, it seemed slower than their own shots. But Kirsailting did not dodge, as if he knew this arrow was not so easily evaded. The arrow advanced unhurriedly, gathering power as it went, and by the middle of its flight, the shape of the arrow could no longer be seen; only a gigantic bird, as if wreathed in flames, could be seen crashing toward its target.

Kunzuo, after releasing this arrow, was clearly greatly depleted and was caught in the attacks of countless small white tornadoes, struggling to defend himself.

Everyone's attention was fixed on Kirsailting, and under this universal gaze, the flying bird crashed into the tornado that connected heaven and earth.

Red and white light exploded from there, shooting off in all directions across the sky and earth; many beams struck the ground, immediately causing disasters.

This was after all the residual force of a clash between two peak experts; even though the power had scattered, each individual blast was at least equivalent to the attack of a great expert. The chaotic battlefield was instantly blasted with many vacuum zones, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

But at this moment, few people cared much about that, because those who cared were already dead. Everyone looked to the sky to see the effect of this strike.

There, in the sky, the red bird and the pure-white tornado had both vanished, and Kirsailting’s body swayed twice before plunging headfirst toward the ground.