Apocalypse Gachapon

Hong Xiang didn’t notice that Ye Zhongming was wearing gloves.

This was what he stole from An Man.

The silver gloves were now green grade. Ye Zhongming modified them. But in front of the blue Sand Dance, the gloves weren’t so apparent.

But Ye Zhongming was able to use a skill because of these gloves!

Cloud Slice!

The job Thousand Body Blade Saint’s job skill!

Through the gloves, he could launch many dots or lines that could combine to form a terrifying attack.

Ye Zhongming used many specks of light.

Hong Xiang was too close and had entered Ye Zhongming’s range. Jumping Gravity and the Earth Set caused him to suffer from many times of gravity. His speed, which he was proud of, was greatly restricted.

Ye Zhongming raised his blade. Sand Dance and the silver bone blade clashed. Blue and silver were totally different. With a clang, the silver bone blade broke.

The specks of light smashed into Hong Xiang’s body.

This battle style was something Hong Xiang had never been through before.

Only legendary experts who reached level nine could have something called a domain that could reduce the effects of attacks in the domain.

But Ye Zhongming wasn’t level nine. He was only a level seven warrior, so why did he have such a thing?

Hong Xiang couldn’t understand.

Those specks of light that exploded from his hands also hit his body.

He didn’t think about dodging. He noticed them the moment the specks of light exploded. He could dodge most of them if he wanted to, even if he got hit by sof them.

The specks of light weren’t so quick, but he didn’t think they could damage him much. Even if they hurt him, he felt he could take them. He could also use this chance to slice Ye Zhongming’s head.

This was his plan.

But when the first speck hit him, his expression changed. His body fell backward, and his hands covered his face and important areas.

As for that silver blade, it was useless after breaking, so he abandoned it.

Peng.

Hong Xiang flew backward. To the outsider, things happened too quickly. Hong Xiang appeared beside Ye Zhongming, and an explosion sent him flying.

Only then did they see that many specks of light caused the explosion.

Ye Zhongming controlled Cloud Slice to attack the king. The king was sent flying, so the remaining specks flew into his army. Like slicing wheat, the nearest people were killed. Even if they weren’t dead, they were holding holes in their body and crying in pain.

This time, hundreds of their troops died in the tunnel.

This shocked everyone. What was happening? What skill was that?

Ye Zhongming felt sweat beads flow down his forehead. He was slightly weak but was trying to stand still. He was afraid that if he moved, he would fall.

He smiled bitterly.

He didn’t expect to con himself today!

He had an idea when he used Cloud Slice to use the Soul Refining Technique’s energy on this job skill.

He felt that the Soul Refining Technique was similar to such a mental energy-type skill.

He didn’t expect to succeed. Soul Refining Technique and Cloud Slice merged and launched that attack.

Ye Zhongming was just thinking about how to deal the highest damage to Hong Xiang… But this strongest attack used up all his energy.

Cloud Slice sucked his mental energy dry, and it turned into its strength!

This small job skill caused the level eight Hong Xiang to feel a lethal threat. He retreated and defended, but it was too late.

He moved and struggled to get up. He was in a bad state, and many holes appeared in his armor. Blood flowed from his wounds. As he covered his face with his arms, sholes were in them. Moreover, as things happened too quickly, a few specks of light hit his face, and there were holes. Blood covered his face, and that made him look terrifying.

Hong Xiang was still a level eight evolved and was very strong. Although Ye Zhongming didn’t make his armor but, they were elite items from the Posthumous people. Although the light pierced them, they helped to block most of the power and barely kept Hong Xiang alive.

“You, that, what is it? You, who are you?”

Hong Xiang was reluctant. He knew that he lost and he couldn’t fight anymore. But he didn’t want to accept it. He was a level eight king and only took one move. If this spread, how could he remain on his throne? Why not just kill him?

But before he died, he wanted to know what hurt him! Also, who was this person, and where did he cfrom?

Ye Zhongming kept Sand Dance. He looked at Hong Xiang, who had lost his combat strength but was still alive temporarily. If that strike didn’t threaten Hong Xiang and cause him to lose his strength, it was hard to predict what would happen if his subordinates faced this level eight king with thousands of enemies behind him.

But everything was good.

He signaled to Xia Bai, and she flashed to his side. She placed her scythe on his neck. A king ended up as a prisoner just like that.

“I am not a wanderer.” Ye Zhongming said, “The people behindand myself aren’t from Saint Light Hall.”

“We cfrom another world!”

Many Posthumous people knew and even guessed about it, but when they heard him say such a preposterous thing, they were shocked. Especially those from the Imperial City army, they were tongue-tied!

“This time, I will bring those willing to followout of this place!”