Ultragene Warlord

Except for Fang Yi, no other cultivator could create such a breathtaking scene. Even before he released his technique, Zhang Lie and the others, still kilometers away, could see the currents of energy clearly.

Yang Ze exclaimed, "Did we really find him?"

Yang Ze was so familiar with Fang Yi that he had subconsciously identified where he would have headed.

Formless lightning flashed over the surface of Fang Yi's spear, gathering near its tip. The dragon of winds and lightning tiger prowled about the spear.

Part of the energy from the spatial rift seeped into the lightning-attuned genetic energy, turning it into void lightning.

The pitch-black lightning began to spike and sizzle.

In combination with the spatial rift that was forming, the void lightning tore apart the space around Fang Yi, causing the frozen world of gray to crumble bit by bit.

The manifold energies merged and tangled with each other, space and time, wind and storm, beginning and end.

Fang Yi sent a stream of each type of energy swirling and corkscrewing around the tip of his spear.

As the forces continued to revolve around each other, the wheels of time behind Fang Yi began rotating more and more quickly as the space around him was strained to its utmost.

Fang Yi had combined seven different forms of energy: wind and lightning; their advanced counterparts, spatial rifts and void lightning; the fundamental forces of space and time; and chaos.

Dragon-like lightning, tiger-like storm, formless time, timeless space—those four disparate energies combined into a cohesive whole, tied together by a dark gold thread. The energies revolved around each other, summoning a howling gale surrounding a spatial rift.

Part of the energy from the spatial rift seeped into the lightning-attuned genetic energy, turning it into void lightning.

The pitch-black lightning spiked and sizzled.

In combination with the spatial rift that was forming, the void lightning tore apart the space around Fang Yi, causing the frozen world of gray to crumble bit by bit.

All that energy, linked by the karmic power that Fang Yi had manifested, led to an unbelievably complex combination.

Even before the attack was released, the virtual realm was already shaking tremendously. The ground cracked and splintered, and the sky was marred with scars.

The clash between the energy of chaos and that of time and space caused the wheels of time on Fang Yi's back to shatter one after another. His spear vibrated ceaselessly, and huge quantities of chaotic energy gushed out.

Fang Yi's spear shot into the heavens.

A howling storm, void lightning, mysterious temporal charge, the wind of ages—the mishmash of elements combined into a beam of light that swept across heaven and earth.

Yang Ze blanched. "Things must be going badly if Fang Yi's been forced to use that technique..."

Fang Yi naturally understood that this competition was a test of stamina; it was a marathon, not a sprint. Unless there was no other choice, he wouldn't have used such a technique.

Zhang Lie grew serious as well. "We have to rush over."

Fang Yi's body was drenched with blood. His back was pressed up against a holy mountain. Wind and storm rampaged around him as mental dust scattered from his body. Despite the opponents that surrounded him, outnumbering him many times over, Fang Yi didn't despair. His gaze was charged with fighting intent.

"Come on, come on! Come at me if you dare!"

Fang Yi was surrounded by starlight. His gaze was clear, and his black hair floated in the wind.

"The insect pupae don't belong to you. Hand them over!"

"Ha! It's a treasure I'm planning to leave to my teammates. Even if I have to destroy them myself, I won't leave any for you Stargods." Fang Yi took out seven of the pupae, which radiated with intense light. A piece of yellow paper was stuck to them, filled with runes, sealing something incredible.

A nearby Stargod shouted, "Xing You, there's nothing to worry about. Kill this fellow and avenge our hero!"

"Right, right! This fellow could never have killed our hero on his own. He must have used some despicable, underhanded method to secure victory!"

"The pupae are important, but our honor and glory as Stargods is even more so. We can't allow this cultivator who has humiliated us to leave."

The majority of the cultivators that were attacking Fang Yi were, of course, the Stargods. There were a few other cultivators mixed in, likely intending to take advantage of the situation at hand.

Fang Yi laughed. "Come at me if you dare! After I destroy these pupae, I'll kill all of you right here. Killing one of you is an even trade, and two would be a net gain. Let's see just how many of you I can take down, eh?"

The Stargod in the lead, Xing You, took a deep breath. "In truth, there's no enmity among us. You simply defeated our hero during the qualifiers, and we Stargods want to reclaim our honor."

Fang Yi scoffed. "No enmity among us? Perhaps before you chased me down and tried to kill me."

Xing You shrugged. "But didn't you take advantage of the chaos to steal the pupae that should have belonged to us?"

Another Stargod said, "We're even, then."

Fang Yi frowned. "What, you're trying to back down now after chasing me for so long?"

Xing You chuckled. "You don't want to commit either, do you?"

Another Stargod exclaimed in realization, "I see! If this fellow really didn't mind dying, he would already have attacked us rather than stall for time!"

Fang Yi grimaced. Indeed, he didn't want to fight the Stargods.

He had been planning to reunite with Zhang Lie and the others, then kill all the Stargod competitors with the other members of Team Zenith.

Xing You demanded, "Hand over the pupae and I'll let you leave."

Fang Yi frowned. "And why would you do that?"

Some of the Stargods were visibly displeased.

"Xing You, what are you doing? You're not going to reclaim our honor and avenge our hero?"

"This cultivator's existence is a mark of shame on the entire Stargod race! We can't let him go!"