Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 479: The Defeat of Suiyue

Suiyue leapt upwards and emerged from the top of the illusory technique surrounding him. Before he could get his bearings, however, Yang Ze struck.

"[The Boundless Blade: Shark Horde]!" Waves splashed as Yang Ze swung his sword, a gigantic shark by his back. As Yang Ze infused genetic energy into the technique, the shark materialized into reality, swimming forward as he launched his attack.

Suiyue tried to defend, but he was still knocked to the ground by the attack, his chest caved in as he lay limply on the ground.

Yang Ze slowly walked up to him. Just then, Suiyue suddenly opened his eyes wide and struck with one attack that encapsulated all his remaining energy. Space trembled and cracked; this attack felt as though it could shatter heaven and earth, but it zipped harmlessly through Yang Ze.

Yang Ze's body rippled upon being attacked by Suiyue, the effects of [Mirrored Refraction] triggering again and again. Nevertheless, the attack passed through his body without doing any damage, as though he was only ever an illusion.

The sword in his hand swung down toward Suiyue, chopping off his head.

As though a movie was being rewound, Suiyue's head reattached itself to his body, and he got another hundred years younger. At this point, he looked much like a sura in the prime of his youth.

When he regenerated, Suiyue asked, "What ?was that technique?"

"The peak of [Mirrored Refraction]—[Reflected Sight, Refracted Vision]."

Without wasting any more time, Suiyue once again reached for his one-time techniques. He burnt his blood and consumed his potential. His body turned blood-red, and capillaries appeared all over his skin. His body gave off pops and cracks like a series of fireworks, and his strength and aura seemed to increase by orders of magnitude.

His body suddenly grew thin and emaciated. With his future strength exhausted, his body shriveled until he seemed like an old sura, but the light burning in his eyes was fearsome. His heart beat like a furnace, steam pouring out of his body.

Compared to before, however, he was only barely at the level of a sura king despite using all his secret techniques.

A world of mist once again enveloped Suiyue, and hundreds of sharks surrounded him. This time, Suiyue chose to flee rather than to escape the illusory realm. After reversing time once and again, his abilities had regressed to such an extent that he was hardly Yang Ze's opponent.

He had dropped below the level of a sura king, and the power he could draw on was diminished greatly as a result. After dying twice more to Yang Ze, he had lost even the ability of escaping from the sharks unscathed.

Trapped in the world of mist, Suiyue let out howls and curses.

Yang Ze continued maintaining his technique as he waited for Suiyue to make a move. Not long later, he waved a hand, and the mist parted before him.

Hong Xi asked, "How did it go?"

"Look!" Yang Ze pointed before him. The sura king Suiyue had disappeared, and in his place was a sura baby.

Upon seeing Yang Ze and Hong Xi, the baby began to bawl.

Yang Ze frowned. As a hunter, he felt it was immoral to lay a hand on the young and the elderly. Were his opponent still a sura king, it wouldn't have been a problem, but against a sura baby, unable to defend itself...

Hong Xi sighed as she glanced at the bawling baby. "Let's bring him back and let our captain handle him."

The old sura watched on from the distance as the mists parted, leaving a baby behind. Despair could be seen in the gazes of many of the sura.

When Hong Xi moved to pick up the baby, several of the sura took a deep breath as they strode forward with their weapons, followed quickly by the others.

Yang Ze frowned. "My agreement with Suiyue is still in effect. Don't sacrifice your lives for nothing."

The sura replied, "Without our king, there'd be nothing left for us—we'd all merely be waiting for our deaths regardless. Except for his highness, no one has or will value us, treating us as nothing more than disposable trash—we who were once the most seasoned warriors in the realm! Return the sura king Suiyue to us!"

Despite their age, the sura warriors' aura didn't seem to have diminished at all.

Hong Xi snorted. "Go on, leave! You know just as well as we do that we can't hand him over."

The sura began to roar.

"Even if I have to die, I'd rather do so in front of my liege!"

"Hand over his highness!"

"My life for the king!"

"Looks like we have no choice!" Yang Ze's face was icy as he waved an arm, sending the human hunters behind him surging forward.

This was an unequal battle—although the hunters were strong and in their prime, the old sura were all willing to die for their convictions, and if they could drag more humans down with them, so much the better.

Despite their frailty and lack of strength, the old sura were surprisingly difficult to handle. Even when splashed with the Yeluo poison, they refused to fall before taking some part of a human hunter—an arm, a leg, a ear—with them.

In the end, Yang Ze himself had to take to the battlefield to kill all the sura, who died to the last in search of their king.

Everyone glanced at their corpses in a heavy silence, punctuated only by a baby's cries. Despite the long slog, despite the carnage that littered the battlefield, Yang Ze had finally won.

The army of the dead killed every living creature in sight, sura, alien race, and genetic lifeform alike. It grew stronger the more ground it covered, until the very sight of a zombie on the horizon would cause the nearby lifeforms to rush away.

Sun Mengmeng and her hunters observed the necromantic army from the top of a valley.

The army was so massive that it seemed like a patch of darkness, one that stretched so far into the distance that its borders couldn't be seen. The corpses emitted black smoke as they moved, and it seemed almost as though a storm cloud were traveling above them.

If this army were to reach Renhuang, it would cause an unmitigable disaster.

Sun Mengmeng couldn't help but worry at the size of the army lying in wait for them.

"Ten thousand, thirty, fifty, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred thousand..."

The zombies were so numerous that it was almost impossible to count how many of them there were. Shicang had mobilized almost his entire kingdom in his pursuit of them.

A hunter beside her asked, "Sun Mengmeng, will we be able to find Shicang from among these troops?"

If they could snipe him from afar, the necromantic army would be dealt with almost immediately.

However, Sun Mengmeng, who was standing atop the leader of the rock spirits' head, shook her head with a frown. "I don't see him anywhere, and I doubt we would be able to snipe him from afar even if we wanted to."

Another hunter asked, "Can we really deal with such a large army by ourselves?"

Sun Mengmeng replied earnestly, "Of course! Don't forget that the governor devised a set of strategies and countermeasures just for us. Everything will be fine, I'm sure of it!"