Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1127: Karma and Fate

Since he knew that Fang Yi was charging up for an ultimate attack, there was no way Li Feng would give Ghroth the opportunity to disturb him.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Li Feng yelled out. He pulled out a blade from which light began to gather. As he struck, dozens of dragons fell from the skies like meteors, clashing against the insects that had emerged from Ghroth's body.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Extirpation of the Garuda]!" As Sun Mengmeng infused her genetic energy into the bow, the image of a garuda appeared behind her. Even before she released her arrow, frightening heat had gathered around her.

Huge chunks of ice all around melted into water. As she released her fingers, a human-headed, golden-winged bird shining with red light soared into the sky, its huge wings expanded. It began to pulse with red fire, brimming with such energy that it seemed as though it would set the world aflame.

Sun Mengmeng's attack scorched the void, dyeing everything in sight a patch of black.

Sun Xiaowu, having recovered his energy, summoned a hundred thousand shining clones, which formed an overwhelming battalion that charged toward Ghroth.

Ghroth retaliated with a sevenfold disaster, against which Sun Xiaowu had his clones self-destruct. Golden waves of energy shook the sevenfold disasters, and Zhang Hanxiang further quelled them by freezing the void.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Dozens of sword slashes emanated from Li Feng, each with a starry splendor reminiscent of the Milky Way. The stars in the night sky shone brightly with the sword slashes, imbued with the power of the vast expanse of the galaxy. The starlight was so bright, so splendid that it would make any onlookers dizzy.

Each slash struck one of the disasters. Dozens of slashes criss-crossed through the air in a vibrant array of starlight. The light-attuned genetic energy wove a web in the air that halted the tribulation of lightning.

Even so, the insects continued to approach. The night devourers fed on the remnant light-attuned genetic energy in the void.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Extirpation of the Garuda]!" Sun Mengmeng pulled her bow taut once more, infusing the rest of her genetic energy within. The image of a garuda materialized from thin air and, supercharged with Sun Mengmeng's energy, readied for a devastating blow.

Black flames gathered, lighting the very air itself aflame. The black flames formed a pitch-black abyss that no longer radiated light.

Instead, it sucked in all the light from the vicinity, as though the flames hid an endless, ravenous hunger like a black hole. The roaring flames birthed the energy of annihilation.

Even before Sun Mengmeng's attack landed in earnest, the Xiagai were unable to bear with the intense heat. Their bodies caught on fire, then emitted sounds like exploding bamboo. Either the water in their bodies had turned to steam and made them pop, or their cries were particularly unique—or perhaps both.

A fearsome garuda, manifested from Sun Mengmeng's bow, careened into them. The pitch-black flames exploded then, forming a frightening hurricane within the void.

Roaring black waves of flame shot straight at Ghroth, igniting his planet-headed figure aflame. The gaseous vapors emitted from his body exploded, turning him into a burning planet. The scorching-hot steel in his body began to boil.

With just one attack, Sun Mengmeng had cleared the battlefield and even hurt Ghroth.

Just as Sun Mengmeng struck, Fang Yi reached the final stage of his preparations. The power of his strike transcended both of its constituents, time and karma. The strike touched the notion of fate, that all things were predetermined in the long, winding river of time.

"Fate!" As the king of keys and Zhang Lie sensed this higher-order principle, even they had to put their fight on hold.

Zhang Lie couldn't help but grin. "He did it, the madman!"

While observing Fang Yi absorb Potion #4, Zhang Lie realized that Fang Yi had the potential of manipulating karma, but even he didn't anticipate that Fang Yi would achieve such a grand working as quickly as this.

He had managed to suffuse the power of karma into the disparate energies that he controlled. Although the resulting mix was a potpourri, the fact that he was able to invoke and evoke it was worthy of pride and praise.

That he could do so to any extent was shocking enough.

Even the king of keys praised, "Your subordinates indeed have marvelous talents."

Karma was prophetic, but it could be subverted and blocked. Fate, on the other hand, was trickier to avoid.

The combination of wind and storm, spatial force, void lightning, time and space, karma and fate—all of it combined into a hurricane. The eight different kinds of energy stacked on top of each other and were refined into a cocoon.

As Fang Yi infused more and more of his own energy into the attack, the threads of eight different colors began to separate.

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 energies combined, somehow managing to stabilize the mix of energies that ran rampant around Fang Yi.

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

The eight different types of energy formed a destructive vortex at the tip of Fang Yi's spear, giving birth to a mysterious hybrid power. 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.

The wheels of time to Fang Yi's back began to break and crack, as did Fang Yi's own peak-grade spear. Even Fang Yi's own body was giving out. He bled out of his orifices, veins popping out on his forehead, the spear in his hand trembling almost uncontrollably.

Dragon-like lightning, tiger-like storm, formless time, timeless space—those four disparate energies combined into a cohesive whole. Golden flames manifested in the void. The resulting mix of energies was so potent as to be able to destroy natural law itself.

All around Fang Yi, space and time began to splinter and crack. Unusual pitch-black thorn-like protrusions appeared by the edges of Fang Yi's vision, seeming to skewer space.

The more advanced energies were particularly difficult to manipulate, especially the mysterious power of fate. Fang Yi could create a tiny portion of it, but it remained incomprehensible to him. It felt as though something were shifting in a dimension he had no access to.

Even before he could launch his attack, Fang Yi felt that his fate had shifted irrevocably. No one could say whether this was a blessing or a curse.

The king of keys frowned. "Your companion might be a genius, but he's simultaneously a madman."

The king of keys was referring to Fang Yi's manipulation of his own fate. No one could say what would happen if he were to continue using his ultimate attack—there was, for example, the possibility that he would simply just drop dead one day...