Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 777: The Mummified King

As more and more wheels of time behind Fang Yi broke, more ephemeral shadows appeared and boosted his strength to so intense a degree that even Xing Ying could feel his aura from afar.

The sandstorm had been completely dissipated by Fang Yi's wind. Xing Ying jumped up in shock as Fang Yi suddenly grew stronger and stronger in his vision.

This was Fang Yi's final trump card, and it was founded on the basis that time could be stacked additively.

Fang Yi had identified this idea from the reference materials that he had read through and used it as the basis for his time-related techniques. Time stacked; it didn't pass or fade away. Like age, time was cumulative—a person grew one year older every year.

Because he was able to sense this stacking of time from two different worlds, Fang Yi had intuited a technique that could take advantage of this feature of time. His wheels of time didn't prolong time or reduce the rate at which it flowed, but rather stored time and released it over a prolonged period.

This stored time was kept in the wheel to his back. When these wheels of time were destroyed and the stored time was released, the equivalent of a bug was produced. It was as if two separate programs called Fang Yi were simultaneously running, and both Fang Yi's actions would manifest in the real world, directly doubling his power.

Fang Yi's trump card was built off this bug. A single thrust from him would be doubled in strength, but that wasn't where the crux of this technique lay. Even more astoundingly, when the second wheel of time broke, Fang Yi's strength would be doubled once again—the first wheel doubled his strength, and the second wheel doubled it once more, a fourfold increase in all.

This was why Xing Ying was so shocked.

As a third-realm warlord from one of the four prime races, Xing Ying was learned and cosmopolitan. Anything that could shock him had to be truly extraordinary—like the twenty wheels of time that Fang Yi had just broken. It hadn't raised his power by twenty times, but rather doubled it twenty times over—a million-fold increase.

Xing Ying was gobsmacked.

The incredible power that Fang Yi's wind and lightning gave off was difficult to imagine.

Fang Yi's first trump card, combining six disparate energies, was an evolution in the quality of his attack, whereas his second trump card, breaking the wheels of time, was an evolution in the quantity of energy his attack involved.

A million-fold increase in his strength was far beyond the limit of strength Fang Yi was otherwise able to produce.

Even Xing Ying was sent flying within moments, and the sandstorm was quelled instantly. The three smaller pyramids were forcibly sealed. The black giant before Fang Yi was struck with the bulk of all that energy, instantly evaporating its arm. Its defense was a joke compared to Fang Yi's strength now.

Energy overwhelmed the giant and destroyed his surroundings. Even the will of the world was unable to survive unscathed.

The entire world seemed to shake, and a crack appeared on the black spirit king's mask.

Simultaneously, cracks propagated through the sea and sky. Sand poured into those cracks, and Xing Ying, watching all this from afar, murmured to himself, "There's another monster like Zhang Lie among the humans..."

While observing Fang Yi's fight, Xing Ying had become convinced of Fang Yi's strength.

To him, Fang Yi was a genius among the hunters of the Milky Way, but one still rather far removed from a walking miracle like Zhang Lie.

Even upon seeing Fang Yi use his trump card, Xing Ying's perspective didn't change. He thought he was even erring on the side of overvaluing the members of Team Zenith, but it was now clear that he was completely mistaken.

With the strength that Fang Yi was giving off now, Xing Ying had to admit that Fang Yi was equally as monstrous as Zhang Lie.

The black sand evaporated off the desert, leaving behind magmatic ground.

Steam rose into the air, not just around the black pyramid, but around almost a third of the black spirit world, even thousands of miles away.

The black pyramid was completely destroyed. Lava poured into the inverted pyramid. All that was left of the black giant was a half-cracked mask that fell from the sky, along with Fang Yi himself. Xing Ying hurriedly caught Fang Yi, who thanked the warlord.

Just as with Fang Yi's other trump card, the strength of this technique was proportional to its cost. Fang Yi had essentially done the equivalent of casting his technique twenty times in quick succession, draining all of his stamina in one go. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Xing Ying marveled, "You're truly an impressive fellow."

He squinted toward the ground. "But... it looks like the black spirit king still isn't dead."

Fang Yi also glanced downward, where he saw a pile of black rags beneath the mask, struggling amidst the lava.

How had the black spirit king survived such a devastating blow? The proof of kingship was sturdy enough to block a significant fraction of Fang Yi's attack, so that the king was able to survive with the barest modicum of health. However, he seemed to be on the verge of dissipating entirely, far weaker than he had once been just moments ago.

"Please, I don't want to move even a finger!" Fang Yi called out to Xing Ying.

Xing Yin replied, "You should know that Zhang Lie forbade me from interfering directly, don't you?"

"I really can't move. Won't you just kill the king and take the proof of kingship?"

Xing Ying narrowed his eyes. "Fine, but you'll owe me a favor!"

"This is too easy a task to warrant a favor, surely?"

Xing Ying ignored Fang Yi's protests. He swooped down and clawed at the bundle of rags, then killed it with his stellar genetic energy.

A rain of blood fell from the night sky as the world howled in pain. The king of the black spirit had finally been killed...