Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 857 The dust has settled
This punch was as powerful as a towering mountain, overturning the heavens and leaving no room for retreat.

Aiming at the throne, it came crashing down in a magnificent display!
The overwhelming divine light swept across, carrying immense pressure. Even as a mere prelude, it caused the deep space, which had been ravaged by the chaotic battles of multiple fifth rings, to suddenly cave in and return to complete cleanliness.

Even the closed and cyclical reality that protected Song Shi was affected by this heavy pressure, emitting a trembling sound like shattering glass.

At this terrifying moment, Croft Wilder wore a half-smile.

He made no attempt to resist or retaliate; he even lowered his hand and slowly put it in his pocket, as casually as if—

My hand didn't have time to slip inside.

Croft Wilder's face was punched through!

The shattered face remained unharmed, like a bubble in water, dreamlike and ethereal. The next second, it transformed into wisps of smoke, loosening its shape and slowly drifting into the deep sky.

Chakro had anticipated this; the true spirit of "Reversal" was suddenly activated, but it was still powerless. Like a wishful thinker trying to stop the passing of spring, in the end, he could only barely grasp a small wisp of smoke.

Immediately, this small wisp of smoke also slipped through his fingers.

Chakro stared at his palm, his fingers clenching and loosening, before finally letting go.

"Song Shi, are you alright?" Cha Keluo turned her gaze and nodded: "Yes, it's good that you're alright."

Song Shi raised his index finger and pointed to the other side: "Look over there, this guy's popping up again. Let's play whack-a-mole and give him another punch."

Hundreds of miles away, Croft Wilder appeared out of nowhere. This time, he seemed much more reliable, at least without the dizzying feeling of constantly switching between "seeing" and "not seeing" that had occurred before.

He reached out and grabbed a handful.

Upon grasping, matter actually appeared in the seemingly empty deep space.

It was a decaying ash, and anyone immersed in the culture of the Eastern Continent would immediately search their memory for a similar image upon seeing it. The last remnant of a world destroyed, a remnant of life burned to ashes.

They did exist before, but they drifted into deep space. It's unclear how the man managed to forcibly gather them back into a handful.

Croft Wilder examined the dust in his hand for a while, as if trying to find something familiar. But when he turned it over, it was indeed different.

He burst into laughter.

Above the setting moon, the standing man released his grip.

The ashes of the calamity, carried by an invisible wind, were blown back to the celestial bodies below, sank into the lunar soil of millions of years ago, and remained on this land forever.

Goodbye, my friend Solomon.

Wow.

An illusion shattered.

The next time he blinked, Croft Wilder had vanished without a trace.

"They really are elusive."

Song Shi stared intently for a few seconds, confirming that he couldn't find him at all. He even suspected that, even though they were both [God Thrones], if Croft Wilder was determined to play hide-and-seek, it would still be extremely difficult to catch him.

Then Song Shi withdrew his gaze and began to properly examine Chakolo.

The other person's condition was slightly worse than expected. The scattered small wounds were negligible; overall, only the wound on the abdomen was noteworthy, like a large rift valley suddenly appearing on a plain, deep enough to expose the bone, a shocking sight.

Even the true spirit, "The Paradox of Reversal," cannot heal directly, resulting in a difficult stalemate.

"This?" Song Shi asked.

“Ralph obtained the third stage of the True Spirit.” Chakro paused for a moment: “An incomplete third stage.”

“So he died.” He said succinctly. “Even intact.” He paused again, then said calmly, “He would still have died.”

"It sounds so exciting!" Song Shi licked his lips. "Fortunately, I bet there will be plenty of opportunities like this in the future."

Upon hearing this, Chakro shook his head slightly: "Never less."

Speaking of the fifth ring, he had been wandering alone for a period of time since he could remember. Then, inspired by the Enlightened Ones, he decided to join them. After that, he showed his talent and brilliance. He encountered many difficulties along the way, but in reality, they were not particularly bumpy. He overcame most of them one by one.

Looking around, in the entire Terra, or even just in the Corporate League, no top seed like this, who is so unstoppable and highly anticipated, has ever fallen below double digits.

Even among them, only a handful of people ultimately succeed in breaking through their destined death and ascending to the fifth ring, the [True Spirit].

Even the fifth ring.
Even the [True Spirit].

It has never been something that is eternally suspended, immortal, or indestructible.

As the flames of war engulf Terra and the battles rage on, a number of former Fifth Ring members will fall. As the intensity of the terrifying struggle rapidly increases, the newly formed Fifth Ring members will either inherit the legacy of their predecessors or forge their own path to fill the void left by the fallen, returning to the heavens to continue the unfinished conflict.

At this point, Chakro's expression became much more somber, but instead of gloom, his brows held a similar air of pity.

Song Shi shrugged, completely unconcerned: "What to do? Kill, kill, kill."

Chakro sighed, suppressed his emotions, and turned his attention elsewhere.

—The battle situation.

This war, which will determine the fate of the corporate alliance, is not yet over!

Paddy Morse and Ying Bancheng are still locked in fierce combat, with no sign of the battle ending. On the contrary, the fighting is intensifying, and it is not yet clear who will emerge victorious.

The outcome was already predictable.

Ying Bancheng had been immersed in the second stage of True Spirit for a long time, and his strength was indeed much stronger than Paddy Morse. However, Xu Yu had previously caused him considerable injuries, so in terms of combat power, he was now a notch below Paddy Morse.

On the other side of the moonlit surface, compared to the previous two's ultra-fast offensive and defensive exchanges, Yvette Gregory and Brontë were also on offense and defense, only without the exchange.

Brontë launched the attack, while Yvette Gregory defended. The latter adopted the most conservative and rudimentary approach, defending flawlessly and without any gaps—no matter how Brontë's spatial transformations were ever-changing and unexpected, she still could not break into the depths of the Evening Moon.

This is a classic tug-of-war, reminiscent of a whetstone and an iron rod, where both sides are slowly grinding each other down, trying to achieve a result through this process.

The two sides are dragging this out for who knows how much longer.

"One person on each side?"

Song Shi picked up the heavy sword, raised the blade, and deftly twirled it.

Paddy Morse, sensing something, didn't wait for Song Shi to leave the stage before squeezing out a thought during a gap in the exchange of moves.

"Need not!"

Yvette Gregory's heartbeat has arrived.

"Come."

There's nothing we can do about it.

Song Shi shrugged, and crimson flames ignited—

The next second, flames and Chakro's fist slammed into Brontë at the same time!

(End of this chapter)