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It seemed as if a demon had crawled out from the Nine Nether Hell, enveloping a dark light like eternal night around Zheng Yifan within a radius of several dozen meters. The sword in the Night Demon's hand transformed into countless black lines, resembling a cage that surrounded Zheng Yifan.
On the ground, the Black Shadow appeared to be a demon from the Nine Nether Hell, continuously extending Tentacles in an attempt to pull Zheng Yifan in.
The Shadow Longsword unleashed endless power, with specks of black light swirling around Zheng Yifan, restricting his movements like a Spider Web.
Zheng Yifan knew that once he was trapped, that terrifying giant sword would appear and strike him down with a single blow.
Could he withstand it? Zheng Yifan was uncertain, but he absolutely could not recklessly test whether his life was truly resilient.
That would be something only someone with their head stuck in a door would do. At this moment, Zheng Yifan gripped his spear tightly and dashed left and right under the shadow's cover, desperately trying to break free from the encirclement.
However, it was clear that he had underestimated the Night Demon. The darkness of eternal night would not give Zheng Yifan any chance to escape. It was like an infinitely elastic rubber band; whenever Zheng Yifan tried to break through, he would not encounter a solid barrier but rather that resilient elasticity. No matter how he tried to break free, he would ultimately be ensnared by the cage.
"Stop resisting; you won't have any chance to escape!" The Night Demon's voice sounded much hoarser than before, as if it were being forced out from his throat. Zheng Yifan guessed that in a few days, he might not even be able to speak and would only be able to roar like a Zombie.
Unfortunately, today's battle would determine who would live and who would fall. There was no second choice.
"Stop rambling! Let's settle this!" Zheng Yifan hurled his Left-Handed Edman Alloy Shield forward, tearing the shadowy cage into a funnel shape. He then thrust his spear forward towards the position of the Night Demon, sparks igniting at the tip of the spear. This was something Zheng Yifan had comprehended when he previously used Wildfire Spreading; it was a mysterious move recorded in the Lin Family Spear Technique known as Shooting Skill. Now it showcased its true charm. Wildfire Spreading was one of the techniques within Shooting Skill aimed at eliminating numerous minor threats. When Wildfire Spreading was unleashed, it spread like wildfire consuming everything in its path.
Although much of this description was exaggerated, the intent was clear. What Zheng Yifan was using now operated on the same principle as Wildfire Spreading. However, the final release was entirely different; instead of spraying all his power like a sprinkler, he gathered all his strength at the final "sprinkler" point into a single beam directed at the Night Demon.
This was also a power he had gained after obtaining his Character Card, and now it truly manifested—unstoppable.
A fine red light as thin as a needle's tip condensed to its peak like a laser beam, with Vital Energy Fluctuation spiraling around it before being absorbed within. The flames generated by air friction were also drawn in.
The Night Demon was taken aback; he had never imagined witnessing such a scene. How many years had it been? A thousand years? Or ten thousand?
This was something only powerful beings could display during the last great war—the Superpower. Yet now, it emerged from an ordinary new Superpowered Individual before him.
Back then, those Superpowered Individuals could only access this core power after reaching level five and fully unleashing their Superpower.
Before him stood an individual so ordinary that it seemed impossible for them to wield such power.
Run!
At this moment, that was the only thought in his mind. Only those who survived the great war knew the terror of that battle. If it weren't for the Master achieving victory during the final showdown, those who wielded various Superpowers and deeply studied them would have undoubtedly won.
Even so, the Master had been severely injured at that time, and it was only now, during the Second Evolution, that he had recovered.
Now, had those Strong Ones been resurrected? Suddenly, a question appeared in the Night Demon's mind.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible. Those people were dead; there was not a shred of chance. The Fellow who once wielded a spear, scorching everything in its path and undefeated in battle, had turned to ash. He had witnessed the Master severing his head, his body completely crushed into fragments.
There was no way they could come back to life; it was merely a Fellow similar to a Superpower user!
This one must have evolved again; he must have reached the Fourth-Stage Esper and touched the edge of that realm.
The Night Demon made up his mind; he had to eliminate the Fellow before him. Once he shed his fear, he realized that the Fellow across from him wasn't all that formidable. So what if he became a Fourth-Stage Esper? There was still a vast difference in how they wielded their powers.
With his mind settled, the Night Demon suddenly twisted his entire figure, and then it seemed as if there was no longer a Night Demon in this world.
Zheng Yifan's attack struck empty air.
A distorted light appeared, suddenly twisting almost all the light in the world. Then a violent explosion erupted, flames scorching the earth. The shadows on the ground twisted as if demons were dancing wildly, and in an instant, countless shadows vanished.
The Night Demon seemed to have suffered great damage as he burst forth from behind Zheng Yifan, waving his hands toward the sky.
In mid-air appeared a long sword, which transformed into a massive great sword that came crashing down. The Shadow Longsword this time was different from its previous imposing presence; it was more eerie. As the long sword swung out, Zheng Yifan felt an overwhelming sense of paralysis.
Then from his peripheral vision, he saw the shadow beside him.
At the end of his own shadow stood the Night Demon's bizarre figure, his feet completely transformed into shadows as they stepped onto Zheng Yifan's shadow.
Just standing on his shadow made it nearly impossible for him to move. Even forcing himself to act could not shake off the Night Demon's control.
Night Demon had nearly exhausted all of his strength to subdue Zheng Yifan with that last effort.
Green liquid dripped slowly from his body, falling into the ground.
Zheng Yifan knew that this was the corpse fluid of a Zombie, which only appeared upon death. Yet now, Night Demon had used such power that it had even caused him permanent damage. The once decayed features now revealed pale bones.
In the distance, Ice King sensed the crisis surrounding Night Demon. He drew his longbow, ready to attack at any moment, but he hesitated.
This was because Luo Yaoyang below was already prepared to strike him. If he unleashed his power on Zheng Yifan, Luo Yaoyang would undoubtedly seize that moment to ambush him.
Thus, slowly, Ice King even retracted his Superpower, quietly watching the unfolding drama.
He did not know how powerful Night Demon truly was, but he recognized that Night Demon possessed an array of techniques unlike anything he had ever seen before. Though lacking in sheer strength, the variety of strange attacks and escape methods was remarkable.
What he did not realize was that Night Demon was also fighting desperately against Zheng Yifan. For Zheng Yifan was gathering strength to counter with the Shadow Longsword.
Indeed, since he could not directly attack Night Demon, he opted for a secondary strategy: first destroy the Shadow Longsword. Then, Night Demon would have to reveal new moves.
The essence of battle lay in forcing the opponent to follow one's rhythm; otherwise, he simply could not keep up. That last shot had nearly been his limit. For some reason, the force of that shot had almost consumed him with its destructive power.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Zheng Yifan severed the connection between himself and the technique.
However, now he had to use that move again because it was the strongest attack he could muster aside from a mutually destructive throw.
Once more, he thrust forward with his spear, embodying endless distortion—the twisting force and rotational energy coalescing into a single point at the center—before it seemed ready to burst forth.
But just then, he abruptly halted his attack as Night Demon suddenly withdrew his shadow; that massive sword vanished without a trace.
Yet Zheng Yifan could not afford to stop. He was like an arrow on a bowstring that must be released; otherwise, he would have to endure the full brunt of an attack.
Unfortunately, there was no sign of Night Demon anywhere; his figure had long since disappeared, leaving only shadows scattered about—strangely unsettling.
Compared to Night Demon, even the Old Ghost seemed like a babbling child.
Zheng Yifan adjusted the Muzzle, aiming it at the Ice King, and with a forceful jab, unleashed a burst of colorful light towards him. The powerful energy surged forward, but Zheng Yifan quickly cut off the supply.
He did not intend to actually kill the Ice King; such an attack was unlikely to defeat him. He simply wanted to avoid wasting his effort.
The Ice King lived up to his formidable reputation. Suddenly, the Ice Wall beneath him transformed into a spectrum of colors, and countless shards of ice erupted to intercept Zheng Yifan's beam.
A thin line of energy struck the Ice Wall, making it seem as if it had melted away a layer. The outer surface was no longer crystal clear; droplets of water and several ice spikes appeared instead.
"Not bad! Your destructive power is just enough to make you one of my subordinates. If you are willing to pledge your loyalty, I can offer you a captain's position. As for my brother's grudge, that can be easily forgotten," the Ice King said nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
His brother's hatred seemed trivial to him. Luo Yaoyang looked at the Ice King in astonishment, knowing that the Ice King had once risked everything to find his foolish brother when the apocalypse first began. Just months ago, he had even mobilized his entire team to retrieve a Second-Stage Evolution Essence fruit for him.
Yet now, the Ice King spoke these words, and Luo Yaoyang felt an unsettling strangeness in his heart.
This was not logical.
To be continued...
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