Apocalypse Gachapon

Saint Father and the current protector clashed in the sky.

No one could see their actions clearly. Even those level eight ones couldn’t.

They were too quick, so you could only see their shadows. As they were close to each other, these shadows affected their vision.

People below could only hear the sound of flesh hitting each other.

This included the Death King Tree that had backed down, and people like Ling Kun and Hongxiang. They looked into the sky and had a new understanding of Ye Zhongming and Cloud Peak’s strength.

They knew Cloud Peak had prepared well to deal with the level nine Saint Father. Ye Zhongming even chose to evolve now so that he had more strength to deal with the Saint Father. But he wasn’t lucky, and the Saint Father came so early.

But without Ye Zhongming and Xia Bai, they managed to knock the Saint Father aside time after time.

Right, the Saint Father was injured, but an injured level nine was still level nine. The moment he charged onto the walls to kill, although short, it left a huge impression on everyone.

He was invincible.

Neither Professor He, Death King Tree, nor the modified War Fortress could kill him. Professor He was killed, Death King Tree lost her combat strength, and the Saint Father was not in a good state and was covered in injuries.

All these couldn’t badly hurt him and could, at most, slow him down.

The appearance of the Afterlife Pearl gave everyone hope.

Maybe the Saint Father would fail here.

The current protector wasn’t a real level nine, but Saint Father wasn’t at his peak. The gap wasn’t that big.

Both of them used this primitive but fatal method to decide the outcome.

Some blood was scattered at first, which caused the alliance army to cheer. They knew that the current protector had no more blood.

But when dried skin fell, they were silent. That meant that the protector was injured.

Many people raised their heads and looked at this battle. They felt like a long time had passed, but it was only a few minutes.

Both sides split. Saint Father had a solemn expression, and he panted profusely. Some part of his body was without flesh, and his wound was so deep you could see the bones.

The current protector seemed weak. His body showed the black amtter. Although you couldn’t see the bones, he had more wounds than the Saint Father.

“Not bad, not bad.” Saint Father muttered. His expression was dark and hesitant. No one knew what he was hesitating about.

“Do you have any other cards?”

Ling Kun was the top Posthumous People expert. Although he had sacrificed all his energy and was weak, he had his vision. He judged that the current protector would lose.

If they had any other trump card and used it now, they might be effective if paired with the protector.

Things would collapse if the protector didn’t hold on and were killed.

Xia Lei smiled bitterly and shook her head.

These were all Cloud Peak could do. To be honest, Cloud Peak paid a huge price to use these trump cards. If these were on Earth, Cloud Peak could challenge any top ten faction and have a huge chance of winning.

But facing the level nine Saint Father, they failed time after time.

“We can only pray for Ye Zhongming to wake up at this moment.”

Xia Lei looked at the secret room in which Ye Zhongming was evolving while thinking about a way out.

If things failed, they had to send Ye Zhongming back to Earth immediately, even if it might affect his evolution. They could even sacrifice anyone to keep him safe!

Although Ling Kun guessed the answer, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He looked at the two people who clashed in the sky, and his heart slowly moved towards the abyss.

How many of them could retreat even with Earth as a way out? Saint Father was still alive, and he wouldn’t let them do as they wished.

Ling Kun wished that Ye Zhongming would appear. He was probably the only person who could create miracles.

The battle changed. The Saint Father smiled and then exclaimed. He then said, “I will honor you.”

Everyone watched as the two of them hugged together. More accurately, the current protector hugged the Saint Father. The price he paid was a broken leg that was sliced from the knee. That leg fell into the city.

His hands couldn’t hug his waist and could only drag one arm. He was slightly lucky, and the arm he hugged was the right.

Many people didn’t know what the protector was doing. Even if he wasn’t the Saint Father’s match, he could try to hold on and reduce the Saint Father’s stamina and give him more wounds.

Why did he use such a method? When fighting experts, wasn’t this the same as asking for death?

The Saint Father’s hand was mercilessly smashing into the protector’s body, causing it to cave in. Without any defense, the protector’s dried body couldn’t block the Saint Father’s attacks.

The protector tried to dodge to avoid his crucial areas and joints being hit. He dragged Saint Father in a direction.

Many troops in the city started to move, including the warriors on the walls. They gave up on their defence zones and headed into the city.

The Saint Light Hall warriors that charged into the city were frustrated. Even when the walls collapsed for the first time a few days ago, these Posthumous People warriors didn’t run. What was going on?

When they were frustrated, the Saintess gave the order to prevent the team from heading into the city, and she even wanted them to retreat.

Many people didn’t understand those orders. This conflicted with the Saint Father’s orders to go all out and attack.

The commanders who were loyal to the Saint Father led the team forward. The Saintess didn’t stop them and just told those who listened to her to retreat out of the battlefield.

The entire battle started to change the moment the protector hugged the Saint Father.