Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 854 The Last Fight

There is no other reason.

As Solomon Beaufort said, they lost.

The true spirit from Song Shi, in the "present world," with its extinguished radiance, shattered the darkness of the former. All the external arguments that could be refuted vanished into deep space along with the death of this "deep darkness."

Almost simultaneously, three hands reached out towards Song Shi—

The spatial coefficients suddenly changed, and Brontë charged straight in, surrounded by countless large and small "Rubik's Cubes" that flickered. Then, these spatial structures rotated together until they collapsed, forming a chaotic spatial turbulence that heavily washed over Song Shi.

Then a hand slammed down! Paddy Morse was no match for the former in terms of agility and couldn't intercept it in advance, so he didn't hesitate to stand in front of the spatial turbulence and take the hit head-on!
In that brief moment, Yvette Gregory picked up the middle of her cane, turned it in her palm, and her psychic energy successfully enveloped Song Shi. At the instant of contact, she completed the "cycle," creating a small loop to protect her opponent.

The destruction of the True Spirit in the "present world" caused severe trauma to the latter. Many lingering effects that had been suppressed before surged up all at once.

Although Song Shi has killed Solomon Beaufort, he is now too weak to continue fighting and must withdraw from the battlefield.

That's enough.

More than enough.

Yvette Gregory's gaze shifted to Brontë, who took a deep breath and used a spatial jump, crashing headfirst into Yuuzuki!

"—Collapse!"

Paddy Morse's thoughts instantly reached Yvette Gregory's mind: "Stop him!"

Upon hearing those two words, Yvette Gregory instantly understood and swung her cane at Brontë!

The fifth ring, "Transcendence," truly makes Brontë worthy of the concept of a super life form, capable of free-flowing spatial leaps and precise manipulation of spatial structures. However, even for him, facing a celestial being like Yuuki, the idea of ​​destroying it with a single blow is absolutely out of the question.

However, he didn't need to try anything like destroying it with a single blow!
Paddy Morse had seen through the other party's intentions; he wanted to enter the deepest part of the Evening Moon and create a spatial collapse field.

Just like the initial force that pushes a snowball down a slope, it helps the snowball roll bigger and bigger—he wants to use this to guide the "Evening Moon" to collapse in a chain reaction, forming a miniature black hole!
This move was clearly not a spur-of-the-moment decision; Brontë had been planning it for a long time. However, if Solomon Beaufort had been alive and had been the leader of the Celestials, he would never have agreed to it.

If Brontë persists in his course of action, Solomon Beaufort might turn his gun on him and kill him in the next second.

--boom!

The "circulation" belt rises!
In terms of transfer ability, no one in the entire arena could match Brontë. Yvette Gregory had no intention of playing any guessing game about the landing point; she chose the simplest and safest method.

Let your "cycle" expand, expand, and expand again, like the web of a giant spider, obscuring the setting moon in your vision!

The spatial jump had failed; some kind of formidable barrier prevented him from leaping to the deepest part of the Evening Moon in one go. Brontë was expressionless, his body shattered into pieces, like a broken mirror. In every shattered fragment, Brontë's silhouette was reflected.

The next second, all the outlines merged into one, and the two collided, like a comet crashing hard into the surface of the evening moon.

At the point of impact, the intelligent factory cluster that had been operating for many years was instantly melted away, turning into a huge crater—and in the ensuing barrage, endless dust and mist soared into the sky! Such craters quickly spread across the surface of the evening moon!
Paddy Morse, having broken through spatial traps, arrived late. He first added another layer of "reality-sealing" protection to Song Shi, then his will forcefully descended upon Xi Yue, intending to gradually seal off Brontë's activity space—

The man looked up sharply.

A deafening dragon roar echoed from the other side of the battlefield.

The roar was loud enough to shatter eardrums, but it sounded so muddy, as if dozens or hundreds of colors of paint had been spilled and mixed together.

How can its color be described? Like an insect emerging from its cocoon, struggling to shed its old shell, each struggle is a painful friction between its delicate pink flesh and the rough cocoon, a pain that reaches deep into its very marrow. Like a bird plunged into a torrential downpour, no matter how hard it tries, it cannot lift its heavy wings even an inch, forced to drift aimlessly at the waves.

The accumulated anger, those flames that once burned my heart and kept me awake all night, slowly solidified over time, settling deep within my heart, layer upon layer, forming a cracked obsidian.

Time is so merciless; it inevitably makes people disregard the past and forget thoughts they once thought impossible to forget. Many people think this way, many people do this, they think this way, and they also project this idea onto others.
But how could I forget?

Beneath the cracked obsidian flows scorching lava that has never been extinguished.

In a daze, Paddy Morse seemed to see steep abyss walls, jagged rocks at the bottom of the abyss, and heavy breathing coming from them. Then, billions of tons of water crashed and shattered, and a huge dragon shadow churned and broke through the water mist, rising from the bottom of the abyss and soaring straight into the sky!
True Spirit, Second Stage.

—"Raising clouds and spitting out mist!"
Paddy Morse's eyelids twitched, and then he decisively abandoned Xiyue, who was right in front of him, and turned to rush towards Xu Yudu's battlefield.

It was only because Xu Yudu's condition was really not good. The once majestic dragon was now scattered and dispersing, like building blocks that were barely glued together. A slight gust of wind could be the last force to crush it.

The city was almost locked in its destiny, leading to a fatal end.

However, in perilous situations, the dying dragon brings an indescribable vitality, like a prisoner who has been imprisoned for a hundred years finally being released and gaining a new life, a feeling of exhilarating joy!

Paddy Morse charged into the battle like a meteor, his mind surging with energy, his surging psionic power forcing Ying Bancheng back.

The latter drifted away as gently as willow catkins, his expression strange, as if he were immersed in his own world, unaffected by the outside world. The remaining small swords shattered into dust at the same time, swirling and dispersing around him, constantly changing their form.

Upon seeing Paddy Morse arrive, he didn't even glance at him, still muttering to himself, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, his brilliance reaching a point where it could no longer be contained, bursting forth with vitality.

After a series of fierce battles, Ying Bancheng's condition was not much better. However, as his true appearance was revealed, Paddy Morse felt a chill run down his spine, and his sense of crisis steadily increased.
The enigmatic nature of revelation.

Without hesitation, Paddy Morse pushed his psionic energy to its peak, adopted a death-defying stance, and unleashed his full power to annihilate Ying Bancheng!
(End of this chapter)