Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1161: Chapter 888: Villains Must Arrive

Boom!!!!

In that instant, the Eternal Frozen Heart violently shuddered, the entire Town of Dusk roared in response, and countless tremors of steel turned into pure, shrill thunder!

The tide of hatred gushing out from the heart of the furnace suddenly contracted, transforming into a colossal monster large enough to shroud the entire Town of Dusk.

That jaw-dropping silhouette was like a giant whale roaming across the Seven Seas, yet on its back there grew a pair of wings that seemed ready to encompass heaven and earth within them.

That is... Kunpeng?!

Huai Shi’s eyeballs were about to fall out; he could hardly believe it.

In the ocean of hate, the immense Kunpeng swung its massive tail, making overlapping waves of surf explode in the void as it rammed head-on toward the falling Gala!

”Heretic Joker, not worth a single blow!”

On Kunpeng’s back, a Phantom of the past emerged.

That aged figure raised a single finger.

And flicked.

In the blink of an eye, darkness was torn apart, countless blazing lights filled every inch of air, and with Kunpeng’s impact, ten thousand fathoms of lightning burst forth.

The scarlet falling meteor was blasted back, rolling as it crashed toward the earth, smashing open a titanic fissure.

In the scorching blaze that burned Souls, Gala lifted his eyes, staring fixedly at the Phantom that had appeared in midair, a hoarse sound rasping from his throat:

”Ying! Fang!zhou!!!”

The searing radiance of Soul combustion flared once again.

Asmod’s Phantom appeared once more, all wounds rapidly healing, the brilliance of burning Souls turning into one Sharp Blade after another that, with Gala’s movements, rose from the earth and slanted upward toward the Kunpeng in the Sky Dome.

No need to think about it—faced with that most brazen loner of the Abyss of old, the once-majestic light of the Heavenly Kingdom that shone into Hell, he chose to go all out!

Hundreds of Souls burned anew in Asmod’s hands, transforming into roaming stars that howled forth.

On Kunpeng’s back, the Phantom of the past only cast a scornful glance over.

Once again, he merely raised a single finger.

Pointing toward the Sky Dome overflowing with a Sea of pain and hate.

In an instant, dark clouds rolled in, Iron Moths melted away, and endless water vapor was swept up, plunging into that heavy Sea of clouds.

Black clouds as dark as an iron curtain covered everything.

The myriad phenomena revolved between that single finger and the heavens, countless Source Substance flooding within, turning that pain and hate into an iron-like solidity; whenever they collided, strands of annihilating sparks burst forth.

It was impossible to lift one’s head to look straight at this Sea brimming with Thunder!

At this moment, above Kunpeng, Thunder roamed through the dark clouds, actually sketching out the Phantom of a cold and lofty city. It was the solemn holy realm that existed as a counterpart to the Great Priestess’s ”Ruins”, the miracle axis belonging solely to the Cloud Monarch!

——[Sky pillar], manifest!

Within the thunderclouds, the presence of the Sky Que hung high, shrouding Asmod’s projection from afar, and instantly shattered those burning Souls into pieces.

At the side, Huai Shi instinctively stretched out his hand, brewing a counterattack.

Strike while he’s sick, take his life.

Give this Wang Ba a vicious one!

”Predecessor, with this kind of heretic you don’t need to talk about any jianghu code of honor!” Huai Shi summoned the crow tide, turning it into a Sharp Blade of Grudge, ”Let’s just all go and fight side-b... uh, by shoulder?”

Before he could finish speaking, he sensed the Afterimage of ”Ying Fangzhou” casting a gaze over here.

That look perfectly explained the bearing of a former Cloud Monarch as a mighty figure of his era, vividly expressing the elder’s care and affection for his successor.

Simply put, it was: ”Little bro, take a step back,” ”You just stay right here and don’t move, I’ll go plant a few acres of orange trees for you and be right back,” and most importantly...

”Don’t get in the way”!

Through the derivative flesh of the Eternal Beast, the once-shattered Soul reappeared, still retaining its old domineering pride.

Yet seeing Huai Shi withdraw his hand only made him even more displeased.

”If you’re gonna fight then fight, if you’re not then don’t—what’s with all this dithering! Kids these days, really more and more outrageous...”

Huai Shi’s eye corners twitched violently.

He spasmed.

So, elder, are you telling me to hit him or not!

”Watch closely, kid!”

Ying Fangzhou withdrew his gaze, coldly looking down at the enemy below, telling him, ”This is the real—Seishui!”

With his words, the Sea of hatred was churned by invisible great pillars, raising layer upon layer of waves that circulated like raging tides along the clouds, as a massive vortex appeared.

Then, amid the bursting lightning, countless dazzling bolts shot out from within, gathering together, converging into a single razor-sharp, mournful edge, stabbing down toward the earth!

Spring, summer, autumn, winter revolved here; the Four Seasons shifted in the snap of a finger, as if an endless span of time had gathered upon it, turning into an iron blade.

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, its waves washing away all Hero.

Now, the water of the Yangtze descends from the heavens!

The true Seishui Spear, amidst ten thousandfold Thunder, fell from the sky. The countless flaring lights of burning Souls were instantly pierced by that Sharp Blade akin to time itself, and then, after tearing apart Asmod’s projection, it ran straight through Gala’s shell.

Nailing him to the chaotic battlefield.

Immediately after, the killing move from the Cloud Monarch descended from the heavens.

When Ying Fangzhou raised his finger, infinite water vapor gathered, turning into frost that sealed ten thousand miles in ice. Then, that world of extreme cold shattered amid boiling heat.

As the torrential surge of scorching air rolled up into the Sky Dome, the rapidly condensing moisture transformed into a torrential downpour, descending together with Thunder from the heavens!

Extreme cold, scorching heat, Thunder, desiccation...

In an instant, Hell-like ravaging erupted around the Seishui blade!

Countless Hell Swarm tried to break free, but the ever-shadowing lightning lashed down from the ocean of resentment, leaving the ground littered with charred corpses and wreckage.

In an instant, unless they were Greece Hero shielded by the blessing of the gods, all other Mutant Species and Hell Creatures were reduced entirely to Ashes.

From the very moment the prison of Thunder Spear descended from the heavens, annihilation had already been decided.

Huai Shi, stood dumbfounded.

Unable to believe it.

The same Heavenly Inquiry Route... why is the gap this huge!

Why can the cranky Predecessor toss out AOE like eating and drinking, and it’s even a Map Cannon!

He’s actually pressing Asmod down and beating him!

Pretty much trampling him underfoot and ravaging him!

Isn’t this... a bit too over the top?

At this moment, Huai Shi sincerely felt a trace of pity for the enemy.

Not because the authority of the supreme four pillars was too weak, nor because Gala’s preparations were insufficient, and not because the Cloud Monarch’s Power was too Terrible...

But because his opponent was simply too strong!

Even if that strength was no more than the moon in the mirror, flowers in the water!

Even Ying Fangzhou himself knew how fleeting this resurrection truly was.

Even with the flesh and blood of the Eternal Beast, the dead still cannot return to life; at most it’s the replaying of past records. Records held by Resentment Water, concerning the Heavenly Kingdom’s final Abyss Explorer, concerning everything about Ying Fangzhou.

His pride, his hatred, and his fury, kneaded together from furnace-fire and life, once more summoned forth an Afterimage of bygone days.

As the Cloud Monarch who ascended step by step from Ceremony Soul, River Earl, King Xiang, Ying Fangzhou at this moment had already lost the strongest trait of that lineage—that nearly inexhaustible Source Substance reserve!

Now, he was merely the incarnation of Resentment Water, a hollow Activated Stigmata Relic. Even the Cloud Monarch’s miracle was no more than the remnant traces sealed within Resentment Water.

What truly left Ling HuaiShi dumbstruck was the way he wielded Power.

At the instant he appeared, he actually bypassed Huai Shi’s control and forcibly took over the operations of the Town of Dusk, along with his Swarm.

As if the cranky old Predecessor who’d been smoking on the sidelines watching the show finally couldn’t stand it anymore, suddenly jumped down, snatched away the mouse and keyboard, and then pulled off a smooth, flowing sequence of gorgeous moves and SSS rating that Huai Shi couldn’t even imagine.

Trading blows, perfect guard counters, taunts, DPS rotations, weapon swaps, aerial combos... every single motion so fluid and concise it was enough to move someone to tears.

—Watch carefully, kid, this is how you fight!

It was a method utterly different from the Great Priestess.

In a flash, after reorganizing the entire Swarm, he once more adjusted every single link and the flow of Divine Nature between them, and in the end, this colossal Cycle completed a reconstruction around the Cloud Monarch in the space of a finger snap.

As if he had become the axis of heaven and earth; all things revolve, and I hold the reins.

He exquisitely extracted every strand of Power within, gathering them into the clouds, condensing with Thunder, circulating, and ultimately forming an output that integrated all Swarm, all Power of the Town of Dusk!

It even rose above that...

In a daze, the corner of Huai Shi’s eye twitched again.

Why does this scene feel so familiar...

Feels just like bringing a failing test paper to cram school for live remedial lessons.

After merging the deep foundations of the Great Priestess’s Swarm with the Cloud Monarch’s style of control, the two combined into one and erupted with Terrible Power far beyond expectations.

Now, ten thousand-jun Thunder, once more, descended from the heavens!

In an instant, it completely devoured the mangled remains upon the earth.

Asmod’s Phantom completely shattered apart.

But along with the radiance of Soul, Gala’s figure once again rose from the darkness Outside the Land of Dusk, recondensing and restoring completeness—only the gold ornament on one arm had lost its dazzling luster.

”You actually managed to kill me once. Remarkable!”

He lowered his head, scrutinizing those cracked collectibles, gave his hand a shake, and without the slightest reluctance tossed aside the shattered vessel.

He raised his head, gazing in astonishment at the aged figure beneath the thunderclouds.

He made no effort to hide his admiration.

”Ying Fangzhou, you are indeed a great enemy of my king. Even in death, you wield such astounding destructive might!”

Gala slowly inclined his head. ”I have to admit, even with the blessing of the supreme four pillars, this vessel in the present world is far from being your match...”

”Spare me the nonsense, say less!”

Ying Fangzhou coldly raised a finger; the Seishui Spear wrapped in lightning once more tore through Space Break, in an instant smashing that one mirror image.

But another mirror image regenerated from the air in a heartbeat.

”So impatient, are you? Very well, excellent—your death is worthy of being my lord’s treasured collection!”

Gala laughed heartily. ”If I’m not mistaken, your current Power should be coming from that strange Hell device, isn’t that right...”

At this moment, the eyes of the Solidifiers burned with Hell’s crimson light:

”—Since that’s the case, then let’s destroy that thing along with you!”

With his words, at his feet, countless cannon fodder dropped dead on the spot one after another. Only the tattered Soul and Source Substance rose ceaselessly into the sky, gathering in his hand, becoming a vast sight like dim, sinister stars.

Drawing upon the Power of his army, Asmod’s authority descended, recreating a Terrible presence from the Abyss.

In that moment, innumerable bones writhed and piled atop one another, transforming into a bizarre, ferocious colossal idol. Hundreds and thousands of arms clutched the offered Soul, and its twisted face jerked up; three hollow eyes snapped open, fixating rigidly on Ying Fangzhou’s form.

Its mouth opened.

It spewed forth a sky-filling radiance of black and violet.

The Curse of ’Irigar’, the ruler of the Sumerian underworld, a destructive torrent capable of extinguishing all life!