Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1112: Star Light, Star Bright

Both Yang Ze and Wilbow knew that the other party was just biding his time; they were both waiting for a single critical opening that would win them the fight.

Wilbow was searching for a flaw in Yang Ze's manipulation over karma, while Yang Ze was searching for an opportunity to get rid of Wilbow.

Whateley opened his mouth, causing spatial vortices to form within, before expelling them like a cannon.

Whateley's spatial manipulation was simplistic but brutally effective.

It seemed as though he naturally had a very strong ability to manipulate spatial force, but that instinctive ability was untrained at fine manipulation. Instead, he was able to display all sorts of unusual and unexpected spatial manipulation to surprise his opponents.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Dozens of sword slashes emanated from Li Feng, each with a starry splendor reminiscent of the Milky Way. The stars in the night sky shone brightly with the sword slashes, imbued with the power of the vast expanse of the galaxy.

The starlight was so splendid that it would make any onlookers dizzy.

Just as Li Feng's blows deflected Whateley's attack, Whateley shrouded himself with spatial force, then teleported to Li Feng's back.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Li Feng cut forward. The overflowing sword energy materialized in the form of a light dragon. Whateley emerged from the spatial portal with his arms outstretched, woven into a large web intending to capture Li Feng.

However, that web was torn apart by Li Feng's light dragon. Whateley next tried to defend himself with a shield of spatial force, but the light dragon penetrated through the shield and sent Whateley flying.

As Whateley flew into the distance, he opened his mouth wide and shot out another cannonball of spatial force.

"[The Boundless Blade: Cloudstep]!" Li Feng soared into the air, propelling himself upward with every cloud he stepped on. He sent his light-imbued sword arcing through the air as an arclight dragon rushed into the sky alongside his back.

Whateley opened his mouth wide, absorbed the dragon—and even the swords that accompanied it.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon: Realm of Heaven]!" Li Feng raised his sword high into the air. Light-attuned genetic energy gathered around it, invoking the stars. Holy hymns echoed around him, and the concentrated energy manifested as outspread wings to his back.

However, there wasn't much light-attuned genetic energy to be found in the void, and Li Feng's wings looked somewhat illusory.

A world apart! It was as though he and Whateley were separated not by the length of the battlefield, but by an entire world.

Whateley wasn't the only one in the third realm who had access to spatial manipulation on such a large scale. All the combatants on the level of superior kings had access to some level of such manipulation, as did Li Feng.

Li Feng seemed completely unperturbed by Whateley's attack. A hundred dragons wrapped around his sword, and his light-attuned genetic energy was forming complicated patterns around him. Light swirled around him, as though manifesting in the form of illusions, as he swung his blade down.

Radiant white light exploded from the point of impact, the holy light of heaven. Suddenly, all that light disappeared.

Whateley hurriedly activated his own authority over space to counteract Li Feng's, and his natural talent won out.

"[The Boundless Blade: Heaven's Gate]!"

The next moment, Li Feng struck with his sword. A river of holy light seemed to trail behind him, and arclight dragons could be seen amidst the light.

The source of the river was a pair of ornate doors. As those doors opened up, countless arclight dragons poured out from behind the doors, forming a concentrated river of light and illuminating the void.

Once again, Whateley opened his mouth wide, distorted space, and absorbed the light-attuned genetic energy.

This time, however, even he couldn't swallow the entire flood of light-attuned genetic energy.

He hurriedly dispersed some crystal dust to disrupt the flood of genetic energy, then fled with defensive spatial manipulation.

Whateley appeared somewhere random in the void, away from the crystal dust he had scattered. His body glowed with piercing light—he had swallowed too much of that light-attuned genetic energy, and he was having indigestion.

Just then, Li Feng struck again.

"[The Boundless Blade: Heaven's Gate]!" Silvery-white genetic energy burst forth as Li Feng raised the sword in his hand high into the air, as though a god were descending on the world. The entire sky was overshadowed by a silvery-white glow that faced off against the golden light. Holy hymns continued to ring through the air.

The hymns seemed to pierce straight through Whateley's soul, until he felt suddenly at ease, as though there was no strife with which to concern himself.

Although Whateley was skilled with spatial manipulation and possessed significant innate strength, he was clearly unprepared for a mental assault.

He was instantly affected by the holy hymns, and his dozens of ropelike hands drooped as though they had suddenly lost their strength.

Wilbow suddenly grew alarmed. "No!"

Li Feng had found the one chink in Whateley's armor.

Whateley was an incredibly strong existence, but he had never before left the security of the king of keys' body. Despite his strength, he was nothing more than a kid.

Li Feng's holy hymns affected not Whateley's soul, but rather his mentality and willpower—exactly where Whateley was weakest.

Whateley lost his fighting spirit. Like waves, the silver glow pulsed forward, lapping the shore, sounding like peals of thunder, like stampeding hooves.

Each silver wave morphed into an arclight dragon, soaring through the air. The surface of the sea frothed with angry waves, like dragons emerging with the tide.

Countless arclight dagons soared through the sky, which thundered amidst forks of white lightning. It looked as though a holy world were forming in the sky.

Li Feng struck. A holy storm raged around him. Sword energy manifested as trailing dragons. A god descended as the heavens raged, as lightning forked through the air.

Li Feng's blade arced through the air and landed like a heavenly tribulation. Thousands of holy dragons smote Whateley. The crackling of thunder covered up the sound of hymns, as though it was a requiem for the world...