Apocalypse Gachapon

Between the two weapons, hovering before Ye Zhongming, was a small, azure cube.

From it extended faint blue energy threads, linking the two weapons together.

As Ye Zhongming unleashed Thousand Seal Blade Slash, all the blade shadows merged into a single, colossal slash aimed at Wen Yan and Thousand Years. The arc of light rivaled the towering tsunami in scale.

Both men had committed to their strongest attacks, eyes blazing with absolute confidence.

Wen Yan’s confidence stemmed from this being his ultimate trump card—a combined skill between him and his beast, requiring extreme synchronization and rare and costly catalysts.

This ability had an excruciatingly long cooldown and came at a steep price. Only against an opponent like Ye Zhongming would he even consider using it.

Ye Zhongming’s confidence, meanwhile, came not just from his own strength, but from the small azure cube between his weapons.

This was the fourth true purple-grade equipment he had crafted—Chaos God Box.

When forging equipment, Ye Zhongming had clear blueprints for the first six. But the seventh… he had no concept of it until the very end.

After multiple failed designs and frustration mounting, he emptied his space storage to reorganize his items. Among them were containers with storage properties—potion boxes, material pouches, energy crystals—mostly useless to him now. On a whim, he incorporated a precious Nine-Star material, using a slow fusion and tempering method to attempt… not just crafting, but creation.

Miraculously, he succeeded—and the Chaos God Box was born.

This equipment had few abilities, all auxiliary—but each was extraordinary.

First was storage capacity. The box itself was a space storage device first, equipment second. Its space could preserve the properties of any stored item. Herbs that typically required special containers to maintain potency? Now, they could be tossed inside without worry.

Second was strengthen recovery ability. At first, Ye Zhongming was disappointed—his dual special physiques and ingested potions already made him highly resilient. Another recovery ability seemed redundant.

But then he read the details—and his disappointment turned to joy.

The box’s recovery was unique: “Lost and Found.” It could make a vanished object reappear.

For example:

If Ye Zhongming had a potent, one-time-use demon crystal grenade, he could place it in the box for marking and analysis. Once used, within a day, the box could recreate it.

Of course, this wasn’t free. The rarer the item, the more energy it consumed to restore—requiring the user to feed the box energy sources like demon crystals or nature gems.

In short, it was a trade—expensive, but undeniably worth it for priceless items.

The third ability was more magical and was called soul preservation.

Recently deceased mutated lifeforms could have their souls temporarily stored in the box. If their bodies were later repaired, the soul could be returned, resurrecting them.

This was practically a heaven-defying power.

But it could only be used three times before the box shattered.

The ability genuinely stunned Ye Zhongming. While it couldn’t be used on evolved (denying him an extra life), beings like Yangos, Yellow Ball, or even Red Hair—all mutated lifeforms—could be granted a second chance. No, three chances.

The final ability was Synchronizer.

This was the ability Ye Zhongming was using now.

The box could temporarily merge two items of the same broad category (e.g., weapons with weapons, armor with armor).

The merged item would possess the combined abilities of both, retaining all original properties.

They qualified since Wind and Thunder and Undead Sand Moon Blade were both weapons. Merged, they unleashed an attack combining their full might.

Ye Zhongming didn’t know how close this was to the power of seven-colored-grade equipment, but he was confident it could break through any of Wen Yan’s defenses.

Two supremely confident men clashed. Two ultimate skills collided.

It was no exaggeration to say the heavens and earth trembled at that moment.

The surrounding space erupted in dazzling violet-red hues from the sky to the ground, radiating outward from the epicenter in a shockwave of destruction.

Hills, trees, streams, rocks—even the massive corpse of the Roc—were sent flying like paper scraps.

At the heart of the battlefield, a mushroom cloud of energy surged upward, filled with raging storms, lightning, and thunder.

Several top-grade experts who had just arrived at the battlefield’s edge were forced to retreat, hastily activating defensive skills to avoid severe injury.

On the highest hill in the area, the Great Leader of Soul Merchant and the Director of God Hall stood side by side, watching the distant cataclysm in silence.

After a long pause, the Great Leader chuckled.

“Everyone is stronger than they appear—especially these long-reigning powerhouses.”

“This Wen Yan… always acting like the weakest among us three. But… Director, what do you think of that skill?”

The Director nodded. “Strong. Strong enough to make me feel powerless to resist.”

“Indeed. That old fox has been hiding his true strength all along.” The Great Leader smirked. “Of course, Ye Zhongming is as troublesome as ever. I wonder how the battle’s going. Best case—they cripple each other.”

The Director shook his head. “Both their auras are still present.”

“Then we…?”

“Flank them. You take the left; I’ll go right.”

“Agreed.”

With that, the two figures shot down the hill, streaking toward the battlefield from opposite directions.

As the dust settled, the battlefield was a wasteland of massive craters—some from lightning, others from hurricane-force winds.

Two figures emerged from the devastation.

Ye Zhongming leaned on his weapons for support, his face marred by at least five gashes, his body still partially encased in unmelting ice. His Black Soil Armor and custom armor were shattered; the earth spirit could no longer reinforce him.

He was in terrible shape, his body ravaged. The final attack had forced him to endure not just the Raging Tides of Fury, but also the Omni-Element Plunder Disk’s ultimate fusion strike—all elements combined into one devastating blow.

Those unchanged elemental motes? They had been reserved for this very moment.

Ye Zhongming had been attacked from all sides.

Glancing at the shattered disk, then at Wen Yan and Thousand Years, he grinned through bloodied teeth—and charged toward the plains.

Beyond them, his goal was within reach.

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