Ultragene Warlord

The explosion from Fang Yi ’s condensation of unstable energies destroyed everything in its path; nothing could stop the attack.
Spatial rifts and void lightning tore through the air.

Frightening energy poured out of Fang Yi.
The only reason that energy had yet to explode was because of the frozen world of gray that Fang Yi had erected.
With the stasis gone, the pent-up energy finally exploded all around Fang Yi.

The wall to Fang Yi ’s back, hundreds of meters tall, was obliterated in an instant.
Although the wall by this wormhole was smaller and less reinforced than that by the Mengtai wormhole, it was still a wall that the draconians had constructed with the finest craftsmanship and had maintained daily, expecting it to last multiple lifetimes.

And yet, that wall which had survived generations of warriors and assault, was blown away by Fang Yi ’s attack.

The humans and draconians were sent flying, along with countless stones.
Everything seemed to have happened in a flash.
The guards were watching Fang Yi charging up for an attack; the next thing they knew, they were flying through the air.

Fang Yi swept forward and rushed into the wormhole.
Before his eyes, the wormhole expanded by an order of magnitude in size.

The gigantic black spirit, on the other hand, had been annihilated entirely by Fang Yi ’s attack.

Fang Yi ’s combination of energies had resulted in an exceptionally devastating and unusual attack.
Perhaps because of the inclusion of spatial and temporal energies, even though the attack would normally have resulted in the formation of spatial rifts, it had expanded the wormhole by ten times its size instead.

Fang Yi gulped for breath.
The attack had consumed so much of his energy that he was wrung dry like a rag.
His legs turned to jelly, and he almost stumbled to the ground.
Fang Yi hurriedly supported himself with his spear, but it crumbled to dust as it landed. 

Just as Fang Yi was about to fall, a figure flew toward him from the wall.
With huge wings blotting out the sun, the figure landed by Fang Yi ’s side and helped him up.

”If we draconians were to let a victorious hero like you kneel on the battlefield, we ’d lose all our reputation. ” The winged figure who had flown out from the devastated wall was a doughty draconian warrior.

Fang Yi took another huge gulp of breath.
”Thank you. ”

He was so drained that his arms and legs were turning numb, he was completely out of genetic energy, and even walking was a challenge.
The forty wheels of time to his back had vanished.

”Thank you.
You ’ve worked hard, ” the draconian emphasized.

Fang Yi retrieved a restorative from his extra-dimensional storage and drank it all, giving his battered and bruised body the chance to repair itself. 

That version of [Heaven ’s Judgment] was one of his two trump cards.
He had another one, but Fang Yi had barely managed to cast the first.
He couldn ’t even stand to think about the second at the moment. 

His second trump card was theoretical at best.
He believed he was capable of casting it, but he had never actually done so.
As for how strong it was, even he couldn ’t be certain.

He had tried out his first trump card once in the second realm, and it had been so strong that the will of the world had almost forced him into the third.
After that incident, Fang Yi hadn ’t dared to practice that technique in the second realm again—and he believed that his second trump card was at least five times stronger.

When Fang Yi turned back to see the shattered wall behind him, he sighed.
”I ’m sorry— ”

The draconian shook his head.
”There ’s no need to apologize.
If you all weren ’t here, we ’d have lost our entire world, not just a wall.
You fought to preserve our world—and you ’ve done so. ”

”Thank you, ” Fang Yi murmured.

This was why humans liked the draconians.
If he had fought tirelessly to protect the world, only to be criticized for ruining a wall…

The draconian smiled warmly.
”We ’re the ones who should thank you.
Fortunately, all us guards responded quickly, and none of us were seriously injured from the explosion. ”

Fang Yi smiled.

The draconian pulled out a note from his pocket.
”Right, the draconian sage had me bring over some information about the black spirits ’ world. ”

”News? ”

Zhang Lie certainly wouldn ’t have passed on any information even if he had any—subduing the neighboring worlds was meant to be a trial for the hunters of Team Zenith.
However, the draconian sage thought differently.

The draconian continued, ”According to the sage, all of you are planning to head to the neighboring worlds to kill their kings of the realm.
In that case, you ’ll definitely need this information. ”

Despite everything, the humans and draconians continued to harbor doubts about whether or not the members of Team Zenith truly had the ability to do so.
After witnessing Fang Yi ’s last technique, however, the draconian was entirely convinced.

The draconian continued, ”We don ’t get along with the dark spirits, and our information about them isn ’t complete.
Nevertheless, I hope it can be of some use to you. ”

In truth, none of the aliens neighboring the black spirits got along very well with them.

”Who knows what these cloth-wrapped fellows are thinking? ” the draconian grumbled.
”When we saw that they were among the invaders, we were very surprised. ”

Fang Yi glanced at the report.

”The information ’s written in the Chinese language, so I ’m sure you can understand it, ” the draconian acknowledged.
”We draconians admire your language, and quite a few draconians have learned it.
The draconian sage is the most impressive of all: he can write in Chinese as naturally as in the draconic language. ”

Fang Yi asked, ”What language do the draconians use? ”

The draconian wrote two logograms on the ground which looked to be some analogue of cuneiform.

”What does it mean? ”

”Hero! ” the draconian responded with a smile.

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Fang Yi peered at a particular section of the report.

”The black spirits live in a black desert, one shrouded by night all year round.
No living lifeforms can be detected in the vicinity, and the only light comes from pale slivers of moonlight from high above.
In that case, how do the black spirits manage to…
live? ”

The draconian shrugged.
”That ’s a question we ’ve always had.
No one understands the biology of these black spirits, and many even suspect that they ’re not true living beings. ”

Fang Yi recalled how the black spirits had dissolved into black smoke as they died.

”If they ’re not alive, what are they? ”

The draconian shrugged again.
”Who knows? ”

Fang Yi continued to read through the report the draconian had passed him.

Within the black desert appeared countless spirits, which were different from the black spirits.
These spirits had no consciousness of their own and were unable to communicate with living beings.
They would attack whatever life they spotted, and when killed, they would turn into piles of black sand.

Their strength was on par with first- and second-level beasts, or, in human terms, regular- and mutated-grade lifeforms.
Because of how many such spirits there were, they were quite annoying to deal with.

The king of the black spirits lived in a pyramid, which was particularly dangerous.

A pyramid…? Fang Yi frowned.
Surely the black spirits weren ’t related to ancient Egyptians from Earth?