Apocalypse Gachapon

The Palace Giant stopped speaking and began to wail in agony.

Previously, neither the black cat’s scratches, Death King Tree’s attacks, nor even the ice spears, fireballs, and lightning from Mo Ye’s talismans had truly harmed it—at most, they had chipped away bits of its brick-and-stone body, making it slightly “slimmer.”

But now, wrapped in this soft, thin white talisman, it let out uncontrollable screams.

Accompanying the screams were loud cracking sounds.

If someone had X-ray vision, they would see the Palace Giant’s body collapsing and splitting apart, its structural components being crushed to pieces.

Even from the outside, the Palace Giant’s distress was evident—the constricting white talisman had already distorted its form.

Mo Ye’s face was slightly flushed, her hands pale from exertion. As the Palace Giant’s body deformed further, her hands even began to tremble.

But everyone knew—this was Mo Ye controlling her talisman.

In Ye Zhongming’s past life, one of the most widely believed rumors was that level-nine evolved possessed earth-shaking power.

While reality wasn’t quite that exaggerated (after all, level-nines weren’t gods), the sheer scale of their battles—the destructive force of their attacks and defenses—could easily make people mistake them for invincible monsters.

Take Mo Ye and her ultimate ability, Annihilation Talisman. If used on a mountain, it could indeed reduce it to rubble with ease.

The Palace Giant’s screams echoed throughout the Holy City. By now, it could no longer control the ground tremors, freeing the city from the earthquake-like state—and freeing Death King Tree from her task.

Every evolved being had its own judgment in battle. After a quick glance at the two aerial battlefields, Death King Tree made her decision.

She didn’t assist Mo Ye or Ye Zhongming. The former was on the verge of victory and didn’t need help; the latter’s situation was unclear, and rash intervention might do more harm than good.

Instead, she turned her fury on the Holy City residents who dared attack Cloud Peak again—and the ghost heads in the sky.

A level-nine lifeform was, after all, a top-tier existence. With a single leap, Death King Tree soared into the air, effortlessly punching and kicking the chaotic ghost heads. Each strike sent them wailing as they dispersed into black mist—some vanishing entirely, the rest returning to the Banner.

Compared to Death King Tree’s brute force, Talking Lady’s energy threads were far more efficient.

Like swaying seaweed in water, the threads undulated across a wide area, slicing through any ghost heads they touched.

Against these threads, the specters were as fragile as tofu.

Even if they couldn’t be completely destroyed, they were severely weakened. Soon, the area was cleared of ghost heads, and Talking Lady redirected her threads elsewhere.

With Yangos, Yellow Ball, Nine Treasures, the Undead Dragon-fish, Red Hair, and other core members joining the fight—and with the ground stabilized—Cloud Peak firmly regained control. They could now attack the ghost heads while protecting the genetic warriors.

As for the Holy City residents attacking them, the War Beast Battalion, the resurfaced mutant rat horde, and the elite zombies controlled by Brain Child intercepted most, minimizing the threat.

“You… won’t—”

The Palace Giant managed half a sentence before its body exploded in a rain of bricks. The once-invincible level-nine colossus had been crushed to pieces by Mo Ye’s power.

From beneath the white talisman came the death cries of those who had been inside the palace when it transformed. These people—who had dreamed of glory while aiding in Suhail’s murder—had been drained of energy and left defenseless. Now, they perished alongside their master.

A black spherical boulder crashed to the ground, splitting open to reveal Aba inside.

He was a pitiful sight—alive, but his body twisted unnaturally, bones shattered, countless wounds oozing blood.

Were he not a level-nine evolved, such injuries would have killed him instantly.

He stared weakly at Mo Ye as she descended, his expression complex.

As fellow level-nines, he had been confident in his superiority. Blessed by the alien lords, he believed ordinary level-nines stood no chance against him.

Yet reality proved otherwise. Death King Tree had matched him, and this woman had utterly defeated him at his strongest.

“Sayyid…”

Aba tried to call to his ally within the Banner, but no sound came out—only blood.

Short of a high-level healer’s intervention, nothing could stop his life from slipping away.

Perhaps sensing Aba’s plight, the Banner changed tactics.

The ghost heads that had fed on “prey” now flew back into the banner, replenishing its form, which had thinned under Ye Zhongming’s assault.

Meanwhile, the remaining specters grew even more frenzied, attacking all life—not just Cloud Peak’s forces, but even the Holy City residents still in the city.

This sudden shift caught many off guard. Countless fell victim, their energy devoured before the satiated ghost heads returned to the banner, swelling its size further.

The sight shattered what remained of the Holy City residents’ morale. Those who could still move fled toward the nearest gates in panic.

Cloud Peak’s forces looked up at the Banner, wondering about their leader’s condition inside. The ghost heads were clearly unkillable—the only solution was to destroy the banner itself.

Now reinforced, the Banner grew even more aggressive. After a brief pause, it unleashed a new wave of ghost heads, so numerous they formed countless dark threads connecting sky and ground.

“I’m still inside you, yet you dare focus on others?”

Ye Zhongming’s voice emerged calmly from within the banner.

“You’re quite bold.”

As he spoke, blinding light erupted from the Banner—and with it, the ghostly visage of the Saintess, serene and beautiful.