Chapter 1113: The Absorption Limit
The holy dragons that Yang Ze summoned were like thousands of courageous soldiers attacking in force.
Whateley only snapped back to attention when he heard the howling peals of thunder, but by then it was already too late.
His body was filled with light-attuned genetic energy, which crackled from him like lightning. Whateley was full; he couldn't absorb any more light-attuned genetic energy, and neither did he have time to dodge the attack.
The only choice remaining was for him to forcibly expel all that genetic energy at once, spraying it forth in a torrent.
The two bursts of light-attuned genetic energy exploded in the air in close contact with each other, as though they were nuclear warheads.
Whateley's body was half-destroyed by the explosion. His dozens of ropelike arms hung limply from his body, most of which had snapped or frayed. Even his mouth had torn open, and he was in extremely poor shape.
His self-regeneration ability began to activate—more restoration than regeneration—but Li Feng wasn't about to give Whateley the opportunity to do so. Light crackled around his body like lightning.
"[The Boundless Blade: Dragon's Annihilation]!" A silver dragon manifested around the blade, howling into the void. Wounded as he was by the recent attack, Whateley was unable to distort space and absorb Li Feng's attack.
He shrouded himself in spatial force, trying to teleport away, but Li Feng's attack trailed him like a shadow. Crystal dust burst from Whateley's body, disrupting the attack and buying him some time to patch up his wounded body.
The silver dragon sword swept away the dust and shot straight at Whateley, who opened his mouth wide and shot out a burst of spatial force at it.
The spatial burst clashed with the silver dragon sword, which exploded in mid-air into a rain of swords.
Whateley hadn't expected this development. The rain of swords tore apart his body and pierced him through.
Li Feng took advantage of the opportunity to strike. "[Striking Sun and Moon]!"
A frightening force descended on Whateley, energy rumbling and rippling around him. Silvery-white sword energy rose into the air, the blade growing thousands of meters long with the infusion of genetic energy. Shining as brightly as the dawn, the sword sliced downwards. Whateley didn't have the strength to resist, and Li Feng bisected him.
While Li Feng's fight finished, Sun Mengmeng and the planet-headed apostle's fight continued in full force.
"[Lunarflame Shot]!" Purple flames burned over her fingers, manifesting into three arrows. The energy in the three fiery arrows was so dense that they took on corporeal form. If not for the unusual heat they gave off, no ordinary bystander would believe that they had been formed of flame.
Three arrows, brimming with purple flame, flew toward the apostle.
With a burst of gravity, the apostle caused the three arrows to explode right in front of him. The explosion was immense, but the apostle didn't seem to be affected at all.
Before they set off, Sun Mengmeng had learned of the apostle's abilities from Li Zongming. "Gravity manipulation, is it?"
It was a very powerful technique. Even so, Sun Mengmeng cried out confidently, "No technique is invincible! I've already thought of how to counter you."
The apostle bowed. "Oh? Please demonstrate, then."
"[Lunarflame Shot]!" Fire-attuned genetic energy burst from Sun Mengmeng's body as her body erupted in flames.
She pulled her greatbow taut, and only a series of afterimages were visible of her hand as she shot countless arrows of purple flame of her bow, producing what seemed like a meteor shower that tinted the air purple and gave the void a phantasmagorical appearance. The air turned dry and arid, as though a cataclysm was nigh.
The apostle's gravity manipulation redirected the attacks toward the planet that formed his head.
Sun Mengmeng cast [Black Sun], forming a cordon of purplish-black flame around her.
She activated her most impactful soulshards for battle, transforming from a young woman to a fierce warrior with a chitinous carapace, wreathed in black flame. Her flames were so intense that the armor-type soulshard actually began to crack and split. Black flames seeped out from the cracks, burning so intensely that she looked like a warrior out of hell.
Black flames simultaneously flared from her garuda bow, transforming into an undead phoenix.
"[Netherworld's Gaze]!" Hundreds of arrows, like beams of moonlight, shot toward the apostle. Their flames felt as though they could destroy everything they touched.
Again, the apostle redirected all those attacks.
"...you're that weak?" The apostle's tone was dissatisfied, disdainful, and mocking. "Is this your so-called counter to my techniques?"
"[The Nine Moons of the Underworld]!" Nine flaming moons appeared in the sky, overshadowing the sun's radiance.
Once more, the apostle redirected the attacks toward his planet head. He chuckled coldly. "If this is all you've got, you're far too disappointing."
The next moment, however, as the nine moons struck the planet's surface, a huge wave of fire burst forth from the planet, scorching even the stars. The apostle groaned in pain.
He understood what he had missed, now. As Sun Mengmeng's attacks repeatedly landed, his planet head had turned into a sea of fire, one so hot it felt as though even his lower body was about to burn up.
"[Lunar Apostasy]!" Sun Mengmeng's entire bow was blazing. She launched her arrows straight into the air, which exploded among the clouds and formed a black moon,
one even larger than his planet head. As the blackflame moonlight struck the apostle, Sun Mengmeng called out, "Your gravity manipulation is indeed very strong, allowing you to transfer attacks to the planet that forms your head and its surrounding galaxy, but there's ultimately a limit to how much energy it can absorb."
The apostle was currently suffering from indigestion. Black flame was melting its planet head, and lava spreading all over the land.
As huge moons fell from the skies, the apostle hurriedly manipulated gravity to push them back up.
Sun Mengmeng seized this opportunity. Pitch-black flames sparked to life across her bow, causing the flames to grow even more intense.
"[Netherworld's Torrential Flame]!" A frightening fan of flames poured out from Sun Mengmeng's bow, an attack far stronger than the moons she had summoned…
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