I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112: Swan Song! Thousand Feather Kill!

As the divine power erupted, behind Hekong, brilliant white light flickered, and then, three pairs of enormous white wings appeared, with Hekong fully manifested in the eight-winged form before the Four Great Corpse Kings.

This form’s manifestation was not just a change in appearance; both the Four Great Corpse Kings and other members of Dark Rising clearly felt Hekong’s aura had significantly ascended, indicating that Hekong’s strength at this moment was unlike any in the past.

[Thousand Feather Kill]!

Hekong shouted, and the divine power on him rippled like water, spreading out over a range of several kilometers.

This guy, fighting so desperately?

Hiding in an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, Luo Bingxin curiously watched Hekong.

Over the thousands of years in the Dark Rising organization, Luo Bingxin roughly understood the power structure of Dark Rising.

Hekong was one of the Seven Heroes of Dark Rising, but within the group, he seemed to lack presence, his abilities displayed during missions were quite average.

To say Hekong was just a small sidekick to Tremble wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

At the start of combat with the Four Great Corpse Kings, Hekong’s fighting capability appeared very ordinary. It was hard to imagine the person whose strength now surpassed Tremble’s was once just an inconspicuous sidekick.

After showing his eight-winged form, Hekong’s battle power had significantly improved. Achieving this effect was not simply about exerting physical strength; it undoubtedly required paying an irreversible price, possibly even life itself.

This usually invisible person showed such courage, totally overturning Luo Bingxin’s impression of Hekong.

It wasn’t that Hekong was particularly tough, not that he was someone who would give up everything for the organization to restore its past glory. If asked why, one could only say it was for himself.

During the previous defense battle of the Dark Rising Headquarters, Hekong was utterly defeated by the Four Great Corpse Kings and had an arm severed. At that time, he thought he had a fallback, counting on a few teammates to hold the Dark Rising Headquarters.

Without betting everything, he used various tactics in battle, yet none proved effective, not even breaching the Four Great Corpse Kings’ defense.

After that battle, Hekong developed a psychological shadow towards the Four Great Corpse Kings, feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t harm them.

This unconfident obsession even turned into a heart demon.

Without clearing this heart demon, Hekong’s future cultivation would hardly progress.

For his future development and to prove himself once, Hekong was determined to give it his all.

Thousand Feather Kill? From the name, it seems like a common technique; what could be so fearsome about it?

None of the Four Great Corpse Kings took Hekong’s outburst seriously.

"Four Great Corpse Kings, I know I’m not your match, but today, even if I have to put everything I have on the line, I must drive you back, to uphold the name of the Seven Heroes!"

At the moment the last feather fell, centered on Hekong, the space within a ten-kilometer radius began to tremble.

Crack, crack, crack—

The crisp sound of breaking continuously rang out. The space within the range began to distort, even becoming blurred.

The divine power spreading out like ripples astonishingly came to a halt in mid-air.

"This guy’s technique is so peculiar!"

The Drought Demon, sensing the divine power saturating the surroundings, exclaimed in awe.

Since birth, having fought countless powerful beings, the Drought Demon had never encountered an opponent utilizing divine power in such a manner.

Attributes of the Corpse Kings: soulless, extremely resilient bodies, almost indestructible. Despite knowing their own attributes, the Drought Demon couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling.

"Afraid of what? This kid’s strength is just that. No matter how hard he tries, what can he do to us brothers? I’ll stand right here, let him hit me, and see what he can do."

Jiang Chen spoke with utter disdain.

Among the Four Great Corpse Kings, his attributes were the purest, with absolute defense, so it was no surprise he spoke such words.

Heh, really?

Hearing the disdainful remarks, Hekong wasn’t angered.

Suspended in mid-air, his body radiating dazzling white light, his appearance was so striking that even Blood Dance found it incredibly unfamiliar. Having worked together for nearly ten thousand years, Blood Dance never realized this usually unnoticeable colleague had such a side.

"I hope that after taking this move, you’ll still be able to speak such words."

The eight wings behind Hekong, like withering petals, fell one by one.

He opened his arms as if embracing the world, eyes closed, face expressionless, incomparably serene.

"To all in Dark Rising, lend me your powers. Aim your special abilities towards me. Don’t worry about hurting me; these four monsters are the greatest obstacles to Dark Rising regaining its glory, I must finish them here."

Upon hearing this, not just the members of Dark Rising, but even the Four Great Corpse Kings realized what was happening.

Hekong’s confidence didn’t come from his strength alone but rather from his plan to harness everyone’s powers.

Anyone with some ability knows deploying two skills in alternating succession doesn’t dramatically differ in destructive power from a single skill.

However, combining two skills properly produces entirely different outcomes.

If two abilities are combined correctly, the resulting effect will surely be greater than the sum of their parts.

In the trembling space, a feather blade of silver quietly appeared.

Burning upon the feather blade was indeed Hekong’s divine power.

"Not good, this guy plans to use himself as a medium to combine the abilities of all Dark Rising members for an assault on us!"

At that moment, Hou Qing recognized the anomaly, seeing through Hekong’s intentions, and an uneasy premonition surged.

But now, it was too late to evade.

"Damn, this guy intends to be the medium, concentrating all Dark Rising members’ attacks and enhancing them. How can a human body withstand such power? Is this guy insane?"

The members of Dark Rising also understood Hekong’s intent.

Their hearts were in utter shock and sadness.

Who would have thought the least noticeable among the Seven Heroes could achieve this step?

More crucially, after launching this attack, the likelihood is it becomes Hekong’s swansong.

To achieve the effect where one plus one is greater than two, one must harmonize the two abilities in optimal proportion.

If not harmonized, one ability must accommodate and compensate the other’s deficiencies.

Undoubtedly, coordinating the attacks from so many Dark Rising members, he couldn’t reconcile them all, with the only method being his divine power accommodating the attacks of the other Dark Rising members.

To accomplish this, without a doubt, Hekong’s body, and even his soul, would endure damage he couldn’t handle.

"Everyone, come, let these four monsters witness the power of Dark Rising!"

No choice, not only for Hekong, but also for the other members of Dark Rising.

The Seven Heroes are indeed the most crucial part of Dark Rising; every one of them could even determine the future direction of Dark Rising.

But sacrificing one hero to ensure the survival of thousands of Dark Rising elites is indeed worth it.

"I am Hekong. Today, let my swansong herald peace for the Three Realms and Six Paths!"