Apocalypse Gachapon

“Gurui Star Race.” Ji Ruiguang wiped the blood off his face and nodded.

It had to be said, perhaps because he had held a high position since before the apocalypse, this leader of the Resistance Zone had an imposing aura in his speech and actions. In this aspect, Ye Zhongming was inferior.

The Cloud Peak King had more of a calmness, even when killing.

“I’ve heard that inside your bodies is a seed of the Sacred Tree. As it grows, it spreads throughout your limbs and bones. It forms a symbiosis with you, providing powerful energy.”

Ji Ruiguang spoke as he led his people to join Ye Zhongming and He.

“The magical thing is, this thing inside you not only makes you powerful but also gives you extremely long life.”

“You know what? On my home planet, immortality was a skill only those who were immortal possessed. Seeking the path for longevity was the ultimate dream in the hearts of many elderly people in the country.”

“So I’m very curious, if we dig out the Sacred Tree inside you and put it into another lifeform, would it work too? If successful, taking it back to Earth, I think many people would be willing to pay their entire fortune to buy it, right?”

The last sentence was directed at Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming shrugged, expressing his agreement.

Although they didn’t fully understand what Ji Ruiguang was saying, the three Gurui Star warriors knew it wasn’t anything good. Anger surged. A greenish hue began to appear on their faces, and black lines started to cover their entire bodies.

This was a distinctive sign when their race prepared to fight.

“Look, talking leads to fighting. But actually, I really do intend to cut open your bodies and see what the tree inside looks like.”

After saying this, Ji Ruiguang suddenly took a package from a lifeform behind him and casually threw it on the ground. The package spread out, revealing three human heads inside.

“Wuwukar Star people?” The Gurui Star Race recognized this life form; their features were too distinctive. On their faces, at the temples and behind the ears, they had four red soft tentacles each, which usually hung under the eyes and below the nose, as if dividing the face.

Three heads meant Ji Ruiguang and the others had killed these mature warriors who descended from above earlier.

The Gurui Star members, who were about to attack, saw their aura weaken slightly.

Although the Wuwukar Star people weren’t considered a major race, they were consistently mid-tier. The warriors they sent down, even if not as strong as the Gurui Star, wouldn’t be far off.

Now, three warriors of similar strength to them had been killed. This at least indicated one thing: the other side could kill them all.

Whether they would succeed was another matter.

However, the mere possibility was enough for them to consider carefully.

To fight or not became a question.

But a sudden flash of cold light decided things for the Gurui Star Race.

Ji Ruiguang’s left hand was the source of this cold light.

His earlier words weren’t a bluff, nor was he trying to scare away the opponent with a show of strength.

He truly intended to fight.

The Gurui Star warrior at the front shouted, his pupils turning a greenish hue. A green vine suddenly shot up from the ground at his feet, slapping the cold light.

Ji Ruiguang’s attack was a signal. The dozen or so people who came with him instantly split into three groups, attacking the three Gurui Star members.

On the two flanks, each direction had only three people. But towards the front, where the one who had been speaking was, seven people attacked together!

Clearly, Ji Ruiguang adopted a tactic of defeating them one by one, aiming to kill these Gurui Star members individually.

“He.” Ye Zhongming said one word. He immediately nodded. She passed Ye Zhongming and stood behind the seven-person team led by Ji Ruiguang. A faint glow appeared in her hands, preparing to release water chains at any moment.

Since Ji Ruiguang decided to fight, Ye Zhongming, whom he had saved, naturally couldn’t just watch. Ye Zhongming himself couldn’t fight temporarily, but he could at least have He help.

The Cloud Peak King glanced at the battlefield, then sat directly on the ground, slightly closing his eyes, and actually began to rest.

The leading Gurui Star warrior continuously cursed, dealing with attacks from all directions.

Around his body, now densely wrapped over ten vines, whipping out continuously with him as the center. Simultaneously, one of his hands turned into a long wooden thorn, the other into a soft vine, finding opportunities to attack opponents constantly.

Energy around 2,000 Fureila naturally held an advantage against a single novice warrior, but facing seven left him suppressed. Dozens of seconds into the fight, this Gurui Star member had two more wounds on his body.

Of course, he had also injured two novices, whose injuries were more severe.

Several small fruits flew out from Ji Ruiguang’s space, exploding on the ground and emitting a pink mist. The Gurui Star member didn’t recognize it at first, but immediately cried out and retreated.

He discovered that the vines he relied on actually showed signs of shrinking and withering upon contact with the pink mist.

He recalled a kind of poison gas—Stinging Dream Mist—that many races used against the Gurui Star Race long ago, during the era of cosmic battles before the Slave Races became the primary threat.

Later, this method became ineffective and gradually fell out of use.

He hadn’t expected this person to have such a thing!

The reason no one used it was that Stinging Dream Mist had little effect on slightly stronger Gurui Star members. And they were only the lowest-level clansmen, so they naturally feared it somewhat.

This seemed like a signal. Ji Ruiguang and the others attacked even more frantically.

He began releasing water chains because she realized these people were truly fighting for their lives. From the start, they fought desperately, clearly intent on killing the opponent. He also understood. After all, given their strength, it took five people to handle one Gurui Star member barely. With only three on each flank, they were defending with their lives. The people on this side naturally had to attack with their lives.

About twenty seconds after the fight started, the first change occurred. A novice on the left flank, caught off guard, had his shoulder pierced by a vine and was dragged towards the enemy…