Apocalypse Gachapon

“What is the boss doing?”

Many Cloud Peak warriors looked at the figure in the dust, and such a thought rose in their hearts.

Everyone didn’t know what a level nine evolved was but had seen level eight experts before. Everyone knew that those were bodies made of flesh and blood. They would get injured and would also die.

When people surrounded them and attacked, they would be killed quickly.

Even if they could cause large numbers of casualties, they could still be killed by a battle of attrition.

Ye Zhongming was strong and that was undeniable. Even Ling Kun and the protector admitted that if they fought Ye Zhongming alone, there was a 40% chance of them winning. Ye Zhongming even had an advantage.

But no one felt that Ye Zhongming could block that breach alone and could face six to seven thousand elite cavaliers.

Moreover, there were many Saint Light Hall warriors behind those cavaliers.

Many voices rang out, and most were shouts. Ye Zhongming heard them, but he didn’t care. He only saw the charging troops before him.

Ye Zhongming didn’t want to use those words to describe them. To a certain extent, he admired this civilisation that was more advanced than the Posthumous people.

He wanted to use an outsider's perspective on this battle, even though he was in the Posthumous people’s camp.

But this didn’t make him like this battle and the Saint Light Hall people.

Their arrival paused his plan.

Why did he want to run Blue Secret Realm and even send Cloud Peak warriors here to fight? Why did he publish so many bounties and spend so much riches so that more evolved could come and defend the Imperial City?

It was because this was the biggest treasure trove he had obtained since he revived.

This place had everything he needed. All sorts of materials, mines, demon crystals, land, population…

With this place, Ye Zhongming would have some ability to fight those mysterious lifeforms that were looking down on Earth.

Ye Zhongming even saw battle and soul techniques as his final trump card… He was afraid that everything he owned would become useless against those lifeforms.

That was because these were ‘given’ by them.

In Ye Zhongming’s mind, this was his land of hope, even if it was unstable compared to Earth.

Saint Light Hall wanted to destroy all of that.

They had seriously affected Ye Zhongming’s interests.

Thus, they were his enemies.

As long as he saw them as enemies, he would go all out to wipe them.

Ye Zhongming treated this place as his back garden. When the Posthumous people moved out, this place would belong to Cloud Peak and him.

Saint Light Hall touched Ye Zhongming’s treasure.

His previous life experience made his psychology extreme. Since he had made his mind up, he would continue to think that way.

As the city wall collapsed, the imperial city was about to get lost. The back garden was about to be occupied, and Ye Zhongming became anxious.

When he faced death the previous times, what he didn’t lack was the gambler’s mentality.

Of course, he was going to gamble again.

Rongzhi, leading a thousand guards, charged at the front. He saw Ye Zhongming and smiled coldly in disdain.

Even someone like the Saint Father wasn’t willing to face a group of cavaliers. He also wouldn’t challenge an army alone.

Even if he won, he would have to pay a huge price.

He was close to god, but he wasn’t a god.

Behind Rongzhi and the others was Nan Jin and his five thousand Light Cavalier Squad. He also saw that lone figure standing there and felt it was stupid. But respect rose in his heart.

Not everyone dared to challenge an army alone.

Even if such a person was stupid, he was worthy of respect.

But this stupid person had stuck something into the ground.

The smoke and dust scattered, but as more cavaliers stepped into the ruins, they showed signs of gathering again.

Rongzhi and Nan Jin roughly saw what it was.

It was a bone staff.

It was exquisite and special.

The two of them sensed a surging aura from it.

The two level-eight experts instinctively wanted to stop.

This was an instinct when one faced danger.

But it was a little too late. Their pupils constricted, and they wanted to say something. Their bodies wanted to do something, too, but it was too late.

A thick pillar shot from that bone staff and swept the battlefield ahead.

The entire area outside of the Imperial City was shocked by that light.

The pillar appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly, too. If not for the empty land they opened up, it would have been as if nothing had happened.

No, more accurately, at least Rongzhi and Nan Jin were still there. But they looked terrifying.

Rongzhi sat on the ground and maintained his riding stance. His arms and legs turned into white bones. His forehead and collar were without any flesh, and everything he wore was gone. He was dark red.

Most of his skin was destroyed by that light pillar.

“No…”

Rongzhi gave a rough voice, and no one could understand it.

Nan Jin was better. His armor was tattered, and he was bleeding. He also fell to the ground, and his mount disappeared.

He looked badly injured, but it shouldn’t be fatal.

What was that?

That was the thought of many. What was that dozen-meter pillar?

That was just one short, and the warriors in the range all… Evaporated?

Also, one shot badly injured two Saint Light Hall heads?

Those who didn’t know were stunned, but those who knew looked at him worryingly.

This was because he used the Soul Shattering Bone Staff, but its strength… Was bigger than when he used it at the siege, then would Ye Zhongming faint?

Surprisingly, Ye Zhongming was standing there and holding the staff. After walking a distance, he stuck the soul artifact on the ground.

Some sharp people saw Ye Zhongming pour something into his mouth, and then that terrifying pillar of light appeared.

It charged and disappeared.

Where it swept turned empty.

Many hands were shivering. This felt similar to when they first saw Power of the Gods.

This was fear of a killing weapon!