Apocalypse Gachapon

Whether it was the warriors currently on the Novice battlefield or the other members of the cosmic races watching here, many among them had lived for a very, very long time. They had basically seen everything that could happen.

However, they had never truly seen the current scene before.

This was a fighting method they didn’t quite understand.

It looked somewhat soft and too ordinary, but in reality, it beat the lives besieging the small hill into disarray.

Perhaps one or two hits couldn’t do much, but they couldn’t withstand the number of these black shadows. Also, each black shadow’s attack wasn’t just one or two hits, but a set of continuous attacks.

As Ye Zhongming continued to execute moves above, the black shadows below moved accordingly. Casualties soon appeared, and this number continued to increase over time.

The lives closest to the hilltop were blocked by White Robe and the others, while the black shadows behind attacked from the rear. They couldn’t continue attacking White Robe and the others, nor could they escape.

There was no other way; who told them the black shadows couldn’t be attacked?

Especially the top-tier among the mature warriors. If their strength hadn’t been suppressed, it might have been better; they might have truly found some way to deal with these black shadows. However, at this level of two thousand furelai, they possessed strength but couldn’t utilize it effectively.

Break through White Robe and the others desperately?

They hadn’t considered doing that, but facing attacks from both sides, they had little confidence. The death of one person earlier had already reminded them that going for broke wasn’t a good solution either.

So what to do?

Someone started to escape.

That person was originally near the edge. Gritting their teeth, they took a few hits and rushed into the dense forest.

This undoubtedly reminded many lives, especially those at the edges. Using the opportunity that these black shadows were always converging towards the hilltop, they fled one after another.

Deaths during the process were inevitable.

In the end, those lives located at the center of the hilltop still decided to kill Ye Zhongming.

Running? They were too far from the edge. That distance might get them beaten to death by the black shadows.

Not running? Then there was only this one choice.

Although Ye Zhongming was continuously ‘practicing kung fu’, if anyone rushed to his side, his attacks would spontaneously turn into combat with that life.

His punches and kicks were not comparable to the black shadows. Whether it was the mental power contained within, the gravity control of the Earth Spirit applied in the attacks, or the toxicity of the Double Poison Shadow, all were several levels higher. Killing him wouldn’t be easy.

Moreover, there were White Robe, Yisewei, Jie Su, and others looking after him.

Actually, the number of lives that could rush to the hilltop now wasn’t large. But even so, it caused huge trouble for White Robe and the others. Their numbers were truly too few, and they had too many people to look after. Later, as the black shadows controlled by Ye Zhongming pressed closer, the attackers also fell into a desperate state.

The battlefield fell into complete chaos. People died continuously, and people escaped continuously.

With three minutes left, Jie Su was injured and withdrew, playing only a small role in watching over the other wounded.

When there were two minutes left, White Robe vomited blood and was severely wounded, his body beaten out of shape—he just wasn’t dead yet. At the same time, He, who was already injured, exhausted his stamina and completely lost his combat ability.

The entire defending side only had Ye Zhongming, who was still ‘practicing kung fu’, and Yisewei, who had the strongest overall strength.

Unlike Ye Zhongming, who was enjoying his own fighting, Yisewei was now completely playing both father and mother. She had to protect herself and also protect the wounded. But alone, she couldn’t take care of everything well. Soon, people died…

When there was one minute left until the end of the Novice battlefield, the hilltop was already piled with people and black shadows. Every second, someone fell.

Intense light or huge energy fluctuations flashed continuously, then vanished without a trace.

Amidst this chaos, the bell signaling the end of the Novice battlefield rang. An impact fluctuation that could almost pierce consciousness came from everyone’s recorder, forcing everyone to stop.

The black shadows disappeared. The hill regained quiet, but the corpses scattered all over the place told everyone what had just happened here.

“This Novice battlefield has ended. Everyone, stop attacking and wait in place.”

“All corpses are not to be moved. Do not pick up the equipment and weapons from the corpses.”

The voice was raspy, as cold as usual, but its pitch slightly increased, clearly indicating an unsettled mood.

Ye Zhongming lay on the ground like a noodle. Next to him, an ugly, big man was squatting, staring at him intently from no more than twenty centimeters away from his face.

“Get away from me. Your breath stinks.”

Although Ye Zhongming was extremely unwilling to speak, this guy’s smell was really too strong. He was afraid that in his current poor state, he might be smoked to death by it.

“After we get out, let’s fight again.”

This life had just been beaten black and blue by Ye Zhongming and couldn’t do anything about him. For him, who had suppressed his strength to come here, the frustration in his heart was beyond words.

“Depends on the timing.”

“Get lost!” Yisewei came over and said.

She had to guard against the possibility that the cosmic races might send someone akin to a death warrior. If such a person recklessly killed Ye Zhongming, White Robe, or Jie Su, who could not currently fight back, it would truly be a case of capsizing in a ditch.

The life glanced at Yisewei, stood farther away, but still looked at Ye Zhongming, clearly waiting for his answer.

But how thick-skinned was the Cloud Peak King? No matter how he looked, he just wouldn’t agree.

What a joke. Here, everyone’s strength was two thousand furelai. The strongest in overall strength, like Yisewei, could probably exert around two thousand five hundred, including equipment?

But outside? Others could have ten or twenty thousand. For Ye Zhongming himself, estimated at over a thousand, to fight them would be seeking death.

Even transforming into a giant, adding in the Mountain King Crown, wouldn’t work.

“Thank you.”

Ye Zhongming had to speak to Yisewei. Without this woman’s desperate fighting, none of them would have survived. She not only gave Ye Zhongming a second chance to go all out but also sacrificed the life of her male guard.

Now on the hill, the only mature warriors still alive were Jie Su, White Robe, Yisewei and her maid, and two Changxu Water Race members. The rest were all dead.

Among the Novices, many were also killed in the final assault. Fortunately, those Ye Zhongming valued—Helsky, Jie Kui, Mechanical Genius, Mu Hanyi, and others—were still alive.

“In the future, help White Robe more. And remember, you owe me a favor.”

Yisewei wasn’t like how she was with White Robe towards others. After saying this calmly, she looked up at the sky.

In the distance, the silhouettes of spacecraft were visible. They were coming to pick up the surviving Novices.

Ye Zhongming let out a long breath. He knew the difficult Novice battlefield was over. Next, it should be the most anticipated award distribution ceremony, right?