Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 851 Specialty Show
Solomon Beaufort perceived this clearly.

The Dark Realm of Senluo is trembling.

Yvette Gregory's psychic energy seeped in, triggering a recurring "cycle" that gradually pushed it out of its control. It wasn't that its authority was usurped, nor was it assimilated like Song Shi's "present world"; it simply accumulated redundant dross, thus gradually losing control and heading towards disintegration.

Unfortunately, he was powerless and could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.

The opponent seized the opportunity, decisively igniting their attack and temporarily returning to their peak condition. A series of exchanges proved extremely troublesome. Apart from deploying the "Colorless Beast" to deal with Yvette Gregory, he had no more resources to spare.

And the "colorless beast".
Admittedly, this guy has the advantage of the environment, which has greatly improved his combat power, but can that alone defeat a psionicist who has reached the second stage of True Spirit? It can restrain Yvette Gregory for a while, but it can't do anything more.

Ying Bancheng, how could you let Yvette Gregory come here?

Even Solomon Beaufort felt a surge of anger at this moment, but he quickly suppressed these emotions. The true darkness lies in what cannot be seen through; he always adhered to this principle and rarely showed his joy or anger.

It's just two against three.

The Dark Realm of Senluo suddenly changed!

A dark torrent. Countless torrents! They were like trickles of water converging into rivers and seas, like steel cables weaving together, writhing and swaying in the deep air, then growing faster and faster, crashing down on Song Shi!

"Ok?"

Song Shi glanced around and instantly understood the situation. His eyes lit up immediately: "Interesting."

"Your skill in subtle operations is even greater than your breadth of coverage."

Solomon Beaufort's move was to cut the originally unified black area into different parts.

Each part is different, some specializing in "devouring", some focusing on "absorption", and some promoting "erosion", etc., with varying degrees of difference. Then, he simultaneously mobilized all the parts, forming a turbid and mixed torrent that annihilated the entire field!

Yvette Gregory noticed that her "cycle" had suddenly become obscured and complicated. Faced with the increasing number of complex parts, she needed to readjust her "cycle" to adapt.

This is a brief lull.

At that moment, Song Shi remained motionless.

The True Spirit "Present World" has been activated, forming an independent world. Although it is shrouded in darkness, it still presents a situation of mutual resistance. No matter how the darkness boils and surges, it cannot further erode it.

Two lifetimes, through countless battles and tribulations, until now.

—The “Southern Dipper” at the pinnacle can do just that!
Clang——

call.

Time stretched out countless times, the blade slowly rose, and with each inch it extended, flames burst forth. The "annihilation" of the true spirit set the tone, upon which came the [Emperor's Dew], [Calamity], and [Soaring to the Heavens] series of spiritual energy techniques flowing freely, and finally, all merging into a crimson-gold flame.

The destructive power that annihilated everything brought a chilling aura, but in the next moment, the aura suddenly vanished. No, to be more precise, it had reached its extreme and then reversed, thus becoming introverted.

Song Shi unleashed a slash!

The surging torrent that stirred up the entire scene met with the destructive power of all the signs of destruction.

Whether it was Yvette Gregory, Paddy Morse, or Brontë, they all paled in comparison in that instant, their center stage stolen!

A bizarre scene was born from the collision. Darkness was torn apart by extremely sharp crimson flames, and countless sparks burst forth along the cracks, illuminating the deep space. But it was precisely because of the reflection of these lights that the darkness appeared so profound and terrifying.

The crimson flames were swallowed by darkness, chewed over, but it was precisely because of the darkness that these exploding flames appeared so dazzling, so bright that they were almost impossible to look at directly.

The two colors intertwined, like a storm sweeping across the heavens and earth. Although it was spiritual energy filled with murderous intent, it inexplicably formed a magnificent and spectacular scene.

And then--

Crimson gold broke through the black!
Like an arrow released from a fully drawn bow, though dimmed considerably, it remained unstoppable! It pierced through the darkness, and then, in the darkness illuminated for a moment, reached the silhouette of Solomon Beaufort!

"You can separate them."

Song Shi's voice boomed in!
"—But they're too scattered!"

Even though Solomon Beaufort bound these pieces together tightly after they were artificially cut, they were no longer a single entity.

How can it withstand a destructive force that has been precisely targeted?

Solomon Beaufort remained silent.

In the brief glimmer of light in the darkness, the man's silhouette appeared for an extremely short time, then abruptly changed. The transformation was so natural and fluid that it seemed as if the human form seen earlier was an illusion.

This new silhouette is a circle.

To be precise, it was a completely black full moon. Except for its outline, which emitted a hazy white light, the rest of the moon was pitch black.

Perhaps the word "black hole" is more fitting than "full moon".

This is Solomon Beaufort's current form, evolved from a resonance with Yuuki.
—"The darkness of the moon".

Flames soared into the sky, and layers of black tides rose up in an attempt to block them, but were immediately broken through and pinned to the "darkness of the moon"!

The darkness, so deep it seemed impenetrable, was pierced through like snow meeting the first rays of the sun, revealing the grayish-white lunar soil beneath. This lunar soil, composed of breccia and Krippar, dissolved in the flames, turning into desolate ashes that lingered for a long time.

"call"

The flames flickered, and Song Shi reappeared.

Xiyue took a hit, but with Solomon Beaufort in charge, the darkness persisted relentlessly, seemingly endless, and should have been covered again in an instant. However, the true spirit from "annihilation" caused molten gold cracks to flow across Xiyue's surface, preventing it from being covered for a long time.

Ordinary wars of attrition are no longer of much use to me now.

Under the "annihilation" effect, every strike is thorough and complete, like removing the fuel supply from under a cauldron.

The ripped open space slowly closed, and darkness, like an impenetrable curtain, once again engulfed the world. However, compared to its original form, it looked far less impressive.

Even in this form, Solomon Beaufort, having fought his way up to this point, is finding it increasingly difficult. The darkness he once controlled at will, with its boundless momentum, has become obscure and sluggish—Song Shi's drastic measures and Yvette Gregory's "fallacy of cycles" are constantly eroding it.

An immense anger welled up in Solomon Beaufort's heart.

—Will the darkness of deep space be broken here? Will the mission of the "Celestial Beings" be lost forever?

(End of this chapter)