Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1878: Evolve?

White Robe opened his eyes. Only then did the worry on the faces of the two Star-Eye Clan warriors beside him disappear.

Anyone could see their relief.

They didn't say it out loud, but in their hearts, they believed the Order Leader's decision this ti was too rash and irresponsible.

Why lower his own Fureila?! Although they didn't know exactly what level the Order Leader's strength had reached, in their view, it should have exceeded ten thousand Fureila. After all, every ti he fought with Cheng Liujin, it was always a narrow defeat, and the Gold Order Leader's Fureila was confird to be over eleven thousand several cosmic years ago.

Doing all this, just to see that clan's top-ranked genius?

Moreover, suppressing one's own strength required taking a special potion. That thing wasn't exactly a mature product. Were there side effects? If so, were they major or minor? These were all problems. If this caused irreversible damage to White Robe, leading to a decline in his strength, it would simply be a cri! He was the Star-Eye Clan's star figure and pillar!

Was it worth it?

These three words had never left the hearts of the two Silver Mask warriors since they learned White Robe was coming down this way.

Even the decision to descend to the novice battlefield was made, changing the timing, forcing White Robe to take the dicine on the spot. That's why he had only just now woken from the potion's toxicity.

Clearly unable to feel the Order Leader's usual sharp aura, the two warriors felt both wronged and heartbroken.

"How long has it been?"

"Almost an hour."

White Robe frowned upon hearing the answer.

The potion imdiately suppressed his strength after taking it, allowing him to pass the detection, but it made him extrely uncomfortable. Forget fighting, even moving was difficult. He had to rest and recover imdiately after descending, and only now was he much better.

But various parts of his body still hurt badly. However, White Robe didn't show it on his face. He knew he could delay no longer; he had to find Ye Zhongming quickly.

Warriors from various races had descended to the newcor planet. The original rules had been changed; there were no longer restrictions between zones, allowing free movent. So they had all set out uniformly from the newcor camp.

"Where is Ye Zhongming?"

"Still in Zone 50."

White Robe could have checked himself; he also had a recorder. But he felt it wasted ti; asking his subordinates was faster. They must have been constantly monitoring this information.

"Let's go!"

With White Robe's order, the three rushed out of the camp and entered the teleportation array.

As the light flashed, White Robe silently thought to himself.

Hold on, kid!

…………………………

Ye Zhongming was truly holding on.

After reuniting with He, they first killed one novice, then, after a bitter battle, killed two Chaos Heart Race mbers.

But just as he predicted, soone had co for him.

He was already quite severely injured. One arm was broken and unusable; her body had suffered impacts. Even though she carried many dicines, she could only maintain her condition. At the very least, her arm couldn't be fixed imdiately; the bones there were shattered.

Ye Zhongming wasn't feeling too great either. Earlier, to escape pursuit, he had also been injured. He felt better after taking dicine, but killing two Chaos Heart Race mbers wasn't easy. While gaining their points, he also paid the price of injury.

And the red na revealed his location, eliminating the last shred of hope in Ye Zhongming's heart.

rely ten minutes after the Cosmic Races' warriors arrived, soone found him.

It was a creature sowhat like a beastman, with a human body and a beast's head, holding an iron staff.

Despite its large size, it was quite agile and fast. Upon seeing Ye Zhongming, it began attacking him frantically.

Ye Zhongming only clashed head-on once and suffered a minor loss.

This guy's strength was actually slightly higher than his!

Even though Ye Zhongming hadn't activated his bloodline, this was terrifying enough.

Ye Zhongming knew he couldn't stay in one place too long. Neither his nor He's speed was enough to shake off this half-beast. He could only fight, and he had to defeat the opponent in the shortest possible ti to escape.

The Cloud Peak King truly went all out. He activated his bloodline, threw out everything he had bought from the official store during rest that could be of use, unleashed the two elent spirits and the Earth Ruler equipnt’s full strength, and even the usually lazy Qiuqiu overclocked its performance.

The half-beast's iron staff whistled. Several abilities seed to have no cost and could be used continuously. The two most troubleso for Ye Zhongming were: one, rapid strikes—this guy's arms could twist at various angles, making the long staff dance like a flower. Within seconds, the staff seed omnipresent, making Ye Zhongming extrely uncomfortable.

The other ability was that the iron staff would suddenly lengthen, and three spearheads would extend from the staff body for a thrust. This was different from abilities that produced blade auras, etc.; this was completely a special skill where the weapon lengthened and branched. One could only say the weapon's material must be extraordinary; otherwise, Ye Zhongming truly didn't believe any random iron staff could have such changes.

In a short ti, Ye Zhongming had been hit several tis.

Fortunately, his defensive ability was strong. Although uncomfortable, he didn't suffer serious injuries.

He also tried to use the trade-injury-for-injury thod to deal with this guy, but his opponent was, after all, not a newcor but a true warrior. His weapon, his abilities, and his equipnt were all incomparable to the previous person. After trying several tis to trade injuries, Ye Zhongming gave up.

There was no other way. If it were killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred losses, Ye Zhongming would grit his teeth and do it to get rid of this guy.

But the result was killing a thousand at the cost of twelve hundred losses. That was unacceptable.

At one mont, Ye Zhongming had begun to despair.

"Papa, I'm very sleepy. I can't hold on much longer."

A sudden sentence echoed in Ye Zhongming's mind, causing the nearly despairing Cloud Peak King to freeze.

He was all too familiar with this voice. It was the Earth Spirit's voice.

Because it was too special, after arriving in the territory of the Cosmic races, Ye Zhongming strictly forbade it from manifesting its true form, and naturally didn't allow it to speak to him. Who knew if the Cosmic races had so thod to tear the little creature from his body once they discovered its existence?

The little creature saying this now undoubtedly ant it could no longer hold on. As for why, Ye Zhongming didn't need to guess; it was about to evolve!

The Cloud Peak King felt helpless. Usually, he hoped and prayed for it to evolve quickly, unlocking new abilities. But the little creature was too picky. Starting from eating anything, it gradually beca extrely picky, only eating precious things. There were a few tis it seed about to evolve, but the result was only the growth of existing abilities or temporarily gaining a special ability, which reverted after energy consumption.

Who knew it would choose this mont to evolve?

Once the Earth Spirit fell into slumber, who would maintain the Black Earth Armor for him?! Ye Zhongming felt like crying, but no tears ca.