Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

The snake-man looked down at the wound on his tail; the scales were broken, the muscle was torn open, and the bone was visible.

Black blood gushed from the wound, dripping onto the ground and emitting white smoke.

He raised his head, his dark red vertical pupils filled with anger, but even more so with apprehension.

This Easterner is too fast; his trident simply can't keep up with his pace.

The man in black robes frowned, his hand holding the skull trembling slightly.

Although his black flames were powerful, Lin Chen had spatial abilities and could always slip away through the gaps in the flames.

If he can't hit, no matter how powerful the shot is, it's useless.

Lin Chen gave them no chance to catch their breath.

He charged at the snake-man again, this time with a clearer objective. A temporal field silently unfolded, enveloping the snake-man within it.

The snake-man's movements slowed down for a split second, but that one second was enough.

Lin Chen appeared to the left of the snake-man, sweeping his Tang sword horizontally towards his waist.

The snake-man twisted to dodge, but the influence of the time field slowed his reaction by half a beat. The blade sliced ​​across his ribs, scales shattered, and black blood splattered.

The snake-man roared and swung his trident, which was wrapped in green light, towards Lin Chen.

This time, Lin Chen didn't take the blow head-on. He used a spatial teleportation to appear behind the snake-man and slashed at his back with another blade.

This time the blade cut deeper, almost touching the spine.

The snake-man convulsed in pain, its tail thrashing wildly and slamming heavily into Lin Chen's back, shattering his metal armor.

Lin Chen moved to a distance, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at him coldly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the man in black robes launched an attack, and black flames surged towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't even look, used a spatial teleportation to dodge, and reappeared in front of the snake man.

The Tang sword thrust straight at the snake-man's throat.

The snake-man dodged to the side, the blade grazing his neck and leaving a shallow bloodstain.

The snake-man broke out in a cold sweat; just an inch less and his throat would have been pierced.

"Couldn't you have chosen a different target?" the snake-man finally snapped, yelling at the man in black robes. "He focused on attacking me the whole time!"

Lin Chen, like a reckless fool, gritted his teeth and attacked the snake-man again.

Changing targets? How could that be possible? As a great man once said, "A single punch can prevent a hundred more." It's better to break one finger than to injure all ten.

The man in black robes had a gloomy face and remained silent.

He wanted to help, but his black flames couldn't even touch Lin Chen; every attack was dodged by spatial teleportation.

The snake-man is a melee fighter, and Lin Chen deliberately stayed close to him, preventing him from using his full strength or getting away.

Although the two joined forces, Lin Chen divided them into two battlefields.

The man in black robes frowned, noticing that cracks were beginning to appear on his body.

This body is merely a temporary vessel, unable to bear divine power for long.

The snake-man was in no better shape; most of his scales had fallen off, he was covered in blood, and his aura was much weaker than before.

Lin Chen, on the other hand, became more and more adept at the game.

He found himself adapting to their fighting rhythm and even beginning to learn their techniques.

Although the snake-man's trident is fierce, its attack trajectory is predictable; although the black-robed man's black flames are eerie, his skull flashes before each attack.

He gradually became able to anticipate their attacks, dodge them in advance, and even counter them.

This was the battle he had been waiting for—not a crushing defeat, but a test of his mettle.

In a battle where he was evenly matched with a truly powerful opponent, he realized how crude his use of divine power was.

He began to adjust, to optimize, and to infuse his divine power into every swing of his sword and every dodge.

Efficiency is increasing, consumption is decreasing, and the wound healing speed is also accelerating.

The snake-man and the man in black robes exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

This country bumpkin is making progress, and at an astonishing speed.

He was not only adapting to their fighting rhythm, but also learning their fighting techniques.

"If this continues, even if our clones shatter, we might not be able to take him down." The man in black robes transmitted his voice to the snake-man, his gaze icy, and a few more cracks appeared on his arms.

The snake-man gritted his teeth, his golden vertical pupils filled with resentment. At this moment, Lin Chen's attack came again, and he had no choice but to fight back with all his might once more.

He was in a much worse state than the man in black robes; Lin Chen focused all his attention on attacking him the entire time.

His tail was broken in half, two of his ribs were broken, and seventy percent of his scales were gone.

Although they are all superficial injuries and do not cause any fundamental damage, he will eventually die from exhaustion if this continues.

"Then what's your plan?" the snake-man asked telepathically after repelling Lin Chen's attack.

The black-robed man's voice deepened: "Gal concealed the fact that this person possesses multiple fragments of laws. No wonder he instructed our respective divine envoys not to overextend themselves on this planet; he wanted to monopolize everything. We're risking our lives here, while he reaps the benefits behind the scenes."

"you mean...?"

A cold glint flashed in the black-robed man's eyes: "Since we can't get this secret, let's go all the way. Destroy it. If we can't have it, neither can Garr."

The snake-man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth. The two retreated simultaneously, creating distance between them.

Lin Chen immediately gave chase, his Tang sword once again slashing straight at the snake-man, but was blocked by a light barrier that suddenly rose up.

The blade struck the light barrier, and the purple and green light collided, causing the barrier to tremble violently and develop spiderweb-like cracks.

Lin Chen did not sheathe his sword; he immediately followed up with a second strike, shattering the light barrier.

But before he could unleash his third strike, a phantom skull appeared at the chest of the black-robed man, and the snake-man spat out a phantom green bead from his mouth.

Two illusory figures hovered in front of him, one black and one green, their light intertwined.

The snake-man's body began to shrink, and its scales fell off one by one, revealing the grayish-white muscles underneath.

The black-robed man's skin quickly dried out, like weathered paper, with cracks spreading from his arms to his chest and then to his neck.

The phantom is frantically devouring their essence, divine power, and even their souls.

Lin Chen unleashed his third strike, the blade slicing into the snake-man's shoulder, spurting out a stream of green blood.

The snake-man no longer cared. He and the man in black exchanged a glance and simultaneously began chanting an ancient incantation.

It wasn't a human language, so Lin Chen couldn't understand it, but every syllable seemed to carry a world-destroying power, making his soul tremble.

Lin Chen's heart tightened, and an unprecedented sense of unease welled up inside him.

He tried to use spatial teleportation to avoid it, but the next second, his expression changed. The space was locked! His spatial teleportation failed, and he couldn't even sense anything.

He swung his sword at the snake-man, but the Tang sword struck the barrier, causing a burst of purple light, yet not even a crack was left.

He slashed at the black-robed man again, but the blade was blocked by an invisible barrier and remained motionless.

He tried to communicate with the Creation Pearl to hide inside, but the pearl didn't respond at all, and he couldn't get in!

Cold sweat trickled down Lin Chen's back.

He thought that if he couldn't win, he could run away, and if he couldn't run away, he could hide. But now, he doesn't even have a place to hide.

The man in black spoke, his voice no longer hoarse, but deep and resonant, like an echo from the earth: "Mortal, I am Dark Swamp."

The snake-man spoke as well, his voice sharp and piercing, like metal scraping against glass: "I am Poison Ja."

"You forced us to sacrifice our clones to deal with you personally. Even if we die, we can be proud of ourselves."

The moment the words left their mouths, their bodies disintegrated simultaneously.

The black robe transformed into a sky full of black light, while the snake-man transformed into a dense green light. The two beams of light intertwined and surged toward Lin Chen like a tide.

There was no way out, no room to dodge, and no possibility of resistance.

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He desperately channeled his divine power, his entire body covered in metal armor, his time field stretched to its limit, and his Tang sword held horizontally in front of him.

But those two beams of light still pierced through everything, like countless needles, piercing his skin, seeping into his blood, and eroding his bones.

"Damn it, I was careless..."

These were his last thoughts before he lost consciousness.