Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1999: Phantom Killer Clan

Ye Zhongming popped a pill into his mouth while passing another to the remaining golden-masked warrior at his side.

The warrior gulped it down without hesitation or question.

Both recognized that the path forward would be filled with hardship.

Having laid such a deadly ambush, those assassins certainly wouldn’t permit them to arrive at the conference center unscathed; enemies were surely lurking in wait.

Perhaps only one improbable circumstance could allow them safe and untroubled passage: if the assassins’ true marks were Jie Su, rather than Ye Zhongming himself.

Still, this possibility seemed remote; Jie Su maintained a low profile, showing prominence solely during his single move on the novice battlefield, otherwise remaining inconspicuous among the cosmic races.

Should Jie Su face vengeance for slaying foes on the novice planet, Ye Zhongming would inevitably share the same fate.

He had taken far more lives than Jie Su; any vengeful pursuers would never overlook him.

The drug surged to life inside him, unleashing a ferocious power through his veins.

At one precise instant, their gazes lifted in unison. Overhead, two figures brimming with murderous aura had closed in swiftly.

Together, they opted to tumble backward.

Rushing into battle without grasping the scenario was a foolish decision.

From their position, one slash of blade light carved into the earth, while the other hacked at the adjacent wall.

This ancient, intricately designed stone pathway suffered a deep gash from the blade light. Flying debris shot outward, striking the nearby stairway barriers, yet producing no noise. Mere subtle glow barriers flickered, making the stones either crumble or ricochet away.

Having evaded the strike, Ye Zhongming shared a look with the golden-masked warrior, comprehending they had unwittingly stepped into an enclosed domain crafted by their foes. Sounds and actions here likely stayed contained for the moment.

"I'll take the left one."

With those words, the golden-masked warrior lunged ahead weapon in hand. Judging by the prior two strikes, the left assassin possessed greater might.

Ye Zhongming ignited his bloodline, expanding his frame as a massive dark silhouette materialized in the narrow passage.

"Knew it early on."

The assassin opposite Ye Zhongming murmured, then flung forth another wave of icy gleam from his palm.

Rather than striking Ye Zhongming head-on, this icy gleam scattered around his position.

Since Ye Zhongming’s transformation was complete, those icy specks—meant for mid-air—struck the enormous dark form instead. Upon contact, they flared with crimson radiance, exploding outward in a boom, linking up to weave a vast red web that ensnared the shadowy behemoth!

These foes had truly readied extensively against Jie Su and Ye Zhongming.

The dark mist colossus bellowed mutely, poised to unleash a potent psychic assault.

"Heh... useless."

The assassin scoffed, aware the trapped titan’s sole recourse was a psychic strike. Yet countermeasures were set, even schemed to let the area-effect blast hinder the golden-masked warrior for a swift elimination, allowing both assassins to converge on Ye Zhongming and fulfill the trap.

From the outset, the assassins had plotted meticulously: the initial strike, the split, the isolation field, the restraints, the divide-and-conquer, and tailored counters—all covered. Up to this point, execution had been flawless.

They’d even anticipated Ye Zhongming’s shift, consuming costly potions against psychic waves to blunt their force.

In typical fashion, victory was sealed; reaping two lives remained.

Yet the reversal struck precisely then.

Once Ye Zhongming’s psychic wave erupted, the golden-masked warrior believed defeat certain. Such blasts struck indiscriminately, engulfing the whole alley. He’d unleashed full power. As the dark mist giant—Ye Zhongming’s form—parted its jaws, he unleashed his ultimate strike upon his foe.

No guard, no holding back, no escape route; a raw bid to slay.

Sorrow touched the golden warrior; six brothers faced doom here. He bore no grudge against Ye Zhongming, merely wishing his sacrifice might grant the Bronze Order Leader a slim escape.

But with a soft pfft, his blow pierced the foe’s flesh unblocked, despite choosing the vastly superior adversary.

The warrior in the golden mask froze for a brief moment, yet in the next instant, he drove his weapon forward without pause.

No matter the cause of the foe's hesitation, eliminating the enemy first remained the wisest choice. Moments later, he cleaved the assassin's body clean in half.

Only at that point did the golden-masked warrior notice the assassin's lower body gripped tightly by a massive hand of earth, holding the target completely immobile.

The golden-masked warrior whipped his head toward the other direction right away. He recognized this power from before, knowing Ye Zhongming had unleashed it. Yet the Order Leader had cast this supreme ability on him while ignoring his own danger—what of his own predicament?

But the instant he glanced back, a headless corpse plummeted from mid-air.

The assassin gunning for the Order Leader... was dead too?

How had he been slain?

"Go... to Jie Su." Abruptly, a voice echoed within the golden-masked warrior's mind. It was Ye Zhongming contacting him. At the same time, space ahead rippled like melting wax, forming a 'hole'. Beyond that hole stretched the actual world!

"Go!"

The command rang out more forcefully. The golden-masked warrior clenched his jaw, charged through the gap, and his vision sharpened slightly as he broke free from the unseen barrier. Looking back at the alley, no sign remained of Ye Zhongming or the two bodies!

He understood that fretting over the Bronze Order Leader served no purpose now; he must hurry to Jie Su's spot and assist them through the peril.

"Really beyond my expectations. I originally thought I wouldn't need to take action."

A faint sigh echoed in the sealed space the golden-masked warrior had just fled. Then, a dim shadow coalesced, positioning itself near Ye Zhongming.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Qiemen, leader of the Phantom Killer Clan, a race that, in your eyes, went extinct over a hundred years ago. This is my Killing Domain, an ability unique to our race. Here, time is very slow, but I haven't mastered it fully yet, to think you actually broke open a corner!"

The long-haired man, with his eerie looks and voice, eyed the changed Ye Zhongming, creased his brow, and declared: "Later, before I kill you, I will enter your mind to see what secrets are inside, why you could so easily kill my two subordinates whose Furelai both exceeded thirty thousand!"