Apocalypse Gachapon

The black shadows submerged all areas from the small hill to the forest. Only the spaces between each circle of black shadows still had lives standing.

They no longer fought each other, but stopped their hands and were fully prepared against the surrounding black shadows.

It wasn’t that no one had attacked these black shadows, but they found the attacks were ineffective. Whether weapons or energy-laden skills, they would pass right through these black shadows.

They seemed to have only a form; everything else was empty, illusory.

But with so many black shadows around, even if they appeared to pose no threat, it couldn’t put everyone at ease.

What was the point of fighting now? Thinking about how to deal with the surrounding situation was what really mattered.

There were too many black shadows, so many that no one present could count them all. Only those standing at the very top of the hill, like White Robe and the others, could roughly see that the number of these black shadows identical to Ye Zhongming should have exceeded five thousand.

This number was already several times greater than the number of lives present.

Many lives that had come to take advantage had already begun to run outward. They could easily pass through these black shadows. They had seen that demon-like mist giant before; now this thing was a smaller version, clearly not a good sign.

Only those obsessed with points, or with other ideas, remained, not moving.

This Novice number one had already created such a big scene before; now he created this. Did it truly possess the power it once had, or was it just a bluff? After all, there was only a little time left until the end of the Novice battlefield. It wasn’t impossible for him to play an empty fort strategy to trick everyone once.

The lives watching the scene before the light screens felt extremely complicated.

How did the originally calm and uneventful Novice battlefield, the one that remained unchanged, the controllable and adjustable Novice battlefield, become like this?

Finally, almost everyone who had this confusion focused their gaze on that Novice number one.

It was this person who brought endless changes to the Novice battlefield.

Now, what would these black shadows be?

The only ones probably feeling excited were the Star-Eye Clan members. Their moods were like a roller coaster, rising and falling. Now they were at a high point again, and possibly the highest point.

There were less than ten minutes left until the Novice battlefield ended. If Ye Zhongming could hold on until then, then the Star-Eye Clan would achieve unprecedented success. These points weren’t just for ranking; they could also be exchanged for many good things.

Now, what remained to be seen was whether Ye Zhongming and White Robe could hold on until that moment.

If they survived, it would be a glorious moment for the Star-Eye Clan. If they died, it would also be a dark moment for the Star-Eye Clan.

They could only wait for glory or darkness. The only thing they could do was pray.

“Hey, will it work? Did you mess up?”

White Robe asked quietly from the side.

In their opinion, Ye Zhongming should have transformed into that black mist giant again at this time, killing all four directions to reduce everyone’s pressure.

Although White Robe also knew that the black giant probably couldn’t last long, the situation at the moment no longer allowed for any hiding. They had to activate it, hoping to quickly defeat these people or break through to see if they could escape for a few minutes, holding on until the Novice battlefield ended.

But now, no matter how you looked at it, it didn’t seem right.

These black shadows were numerous and looked quite intimidating, but the actual situation was unclear to anyone. What if Ye Zhongming overexerted himself, turning the big giant into a bunch of small dwarves, with attacks like tender, affectionate palms? Then everyone would be finished.

Ye Zhongming did not respond to the White Robe. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.

He had really messed up a bit.

This was not originally his intention.

Even White Robe and the others knew that Ye Zhongming’s giant transformation couldn’t last very long. How could Ye Zhongming himself not know?

Not being able to last very long meant there would be a gap of a few minutes before the Novice battlefield ended. In those few minutes, too many accidents could happen.

He didn’t want to hand his fate over to luck like this.

So when activating this transformation, Ye Zhongming had a sudden inspiration and tried a change.

For someone like Ye Zhongming, who always left a margin of safety, such a situation with no reserves was rare. This was thanks to the strong effect of the potion Yisewei gave him. After drinking it, he found that it not only completely reset the cooldown of the Earth Spirit’s abilities but also had a surplus.

Probably because Ye Zhongming’s body was somewhat special, the situation Yisewei mentioned, where excess couldn’t be drunk, did not occur. Instead, they transformed into energy, filling Ye Zhongming’s body and granting the Cloud Peak King a full recovery and enhancement.

When his body reached its optimal state, Ye Zhongming activated the ability and found that the previously already familiar skill control became even more effortless. If activated again, he could probably last dozens of seconds longer.

But that was useless. So Ye Zhongming wanted to explore other ways to increase the giant’s appearance time.

It was fine if he didn’t try, but once he did, he actually discovered that his greatest advantage, his mental power, could be utilized to the fullest when his body was at its peak.

This made him extremely happy. Ye Zhongming thought that, besides stamina, if mental power could be used, he was confident the black mist giant could last ten minutes!

That would directly take them to the end of the Novice battlefield; everything would be perfect.

But… thinking was good. When he released the ability, it changed.

Those circles of black shadows were not just strange to others; Ye Zhongming himself found them strange too.

Could it be that this was another manifestation form of the improved Double Poison Shadow?

Ye Zhongming could only explain it this way.

Soon, the Cloud Peak King discovered the secrets.

He began to attack.

Ye Zhongming, who had been motionless after activating the skill, suddenly threw a punch forward.

A straightforward, ordinary-looking punch.

But that didn’t matter, even if he was punching air.

But all the black shadows identical to Ye Zhongming simultaneously threw the same punch. Their fists were a bit terrifying.

Although they were not particularly powerful, this punch came with special effects. First, it emitted a screeching sound that would daze those with low mental power. Then, these circles of black shadows, with adjacent two rows throwing punches, their arms would lengthen, just enough for the fists of the two rows of shadows to meet.

That is to say, the first circle of shadows and the second circle, the third circle and the fourth circle, and so on, they formed closed attack rings with each other.

These were shadows occupying the space from the hill to the forest edge! These were over five thousand shadows! The monitors recorded the scene of them all punching together. The people who saw this scene through the light screens were all shocked by that orderly and cold action.