Apocalypse Gachapon

Jie Kui clutched his shoulder; even after intense movement, the severed arm still throbbed with sharp pain.

He was worried. The medicine prepared by the Star-Eye Clan was useless for this kind of injury, and he didn’t dare let the broken bones heal on their own—even a millimeter of misalignment would cripple his arm permanently.

It would be two more days before he could return to camp for treatment. The thought made Jie Kui’s nose sting with frustration. It meant that to prevent his body’s natural healing from fusing the broken bones incorrectly within those two days, he had to jolt his shoulder to keep the bones separated periodically. It was tantamount to self-torture.

Several dozen meters away, the sound of rapid movement approached. He knew the two pursuers were closing in again. With the Tearhound Ghost tribesman among them, no matter how far he fled, they would find him.

He glanced in the direction Ye Zhongming had run, thinking, Hang in there, Ye. This is all I can do. Then, Jie Kui plunged into the dense forest’s darkness. A fight broke out a dozen seconds later, ended quickly, and was followed by another chase…

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Two companions stood before Ye Zhongming, giving him a fleeting illusion of being back on Earth.

He hadn’t been in the celestial realm for long, but facing so many lifeforms with bizarre forms different from humans had given him aesthetic fatigue.

Just now, the three of them had exchanged blows—Ye Zhongming’s fists against the two’s right hands. Each side was forced back two steps.

Ye Zhongming wanted to use a short-range teleport to break free from the encirclement, but the two used a special ability to prevent it. Looking at the faint halo connecting the three of them, Ye Zhongming felt a headache coming on.

Whether it was an ability they retained from Earth or a skill learned here, these "pale, monochromatic rainbow-like" energies had linked them together. Because of this, Ye Zhongming couldn’t use teleportation abilities, and even his movement speed was significantly reduced.

"Three-Phase Link. How does it feel, Cloud Peak King?"

The burlier of the two Earthlings chuckled, a smug expression on his face.

Between his teeth, shreds of meat remained, so disgusting that Ye Zhongming averted his gaze after just one glance.

The others closed in, their faces twisted with ferocity.

Ye Zhongming didn’t respond… because he couldn’t hear.

Over thirty shadowy figures suddenly appeared around him, separating him from the others.

"A dying struggle!" Hawkins sneered, a pair of twin blades appearing in his hands. He began advancing inward, slashing as he moved.

They were all top-tier experts; they could tell these shadows were mere illusions. The others reacted similarly, with the little girl, Ya Ka, being the most aggressive—charging in at full force.

But what Hawkins and the others didn’t expect was that while these shadows were indeed fragile, each one, upon being destroyed, released a burst of toxin and mental hit, causing everyone to freeze momentarily.

It wasn’t that it posed a real threat—each shadow’s nuisance was minor—but it was incredibly annoying.

Black mist spread as the shadows shattered one by one. Suddenly, a grunt came from within the mist, startling Hawkins and the others.

It was Hofukafu’s voice.

A golden light suddenly shone from Aimusi’s body, instantly dispersing the surrounding black mist. Everyone saw that Hofkaf, who had just been sneering at Ye Zhongming, was now clutching his ribs. Though no wound was visible, blood was seeping out.

The injury wasn’t severe, but it proved Ye Zhongming had the ability to harm them even while surrounded.

Hofkaf’s face twisted in rage. His mouth suddenly gaped open, and his head enlarged along with it—transforming into a monster with a head at least one and a half meters long!

From the enormous mouth, he began spewing grayish-brown, foul-smelling mucus.

Seeing this ability, the little girl, who had been ready to attack, immediately leaped away.