Sister Bo, who had been clashing head-on with the Lightning Sand Demon, suddenly convulsed violently before being sent flying backward.
The Twin Demons and the Saint Green Serpent hastily retreated—the latter even abandoning the Undead Sand Moon Blade.
No one understood better than them just how absurd Sister Bo’s defenses were at this moment.
Her job was called “Oputantan Transformation”—a strange name that sounded more like a bloodline. Yet it was an incredibly rare and precious job that granted entirely passive abilities while massively boosting all physical attributes.
Strength. Defense. Regeneration. And more.
For someone like Sister Bo, who had climbed to such heights, did it matter that her job lacked active attack skills?
Not at all!
She could compensate with other skill scrolls. Oputantan Transformation was a universal job—any offensive ability that leveraged physical prowess could synergize with it.
Coupled with Sister Bo’s innate superhuman strength and her evolution path focusing purely on power, she was essentially a humanoid monster.
Ten seconds!
Against a nine-star lifeform! Even if it wasn’t a top-tier entity like the Nine-Winged Crow or Armor King, it was still among the most powerful beings in existence. Not even Ye Zhongming could confidently claim to endure such an onslaught.
But Sister Bo had done it.
Yet now, this same woman—a tank capable of facing nine-star creatures head-on—had been sent flying by a single shot, her fate unknown. What kind of attack was this?!
The Twin Demons and Saint Green Serpent’s fear was a natural reaction for any evolved.
Why had Ye Zhongming fired so stealthily? To deny his enemies any warning. And why had they instantly created distance? To buy themselves reaction time.
Sister Bo crashed heavily to the ground. Ye Zhongming didn’t spare her a glance—he trusted his firearm’s lethality. The moment the shot was fired, he had already lunged for the Undead Sand Moonblade, reclaiming it swiftly while crushing a Healing Crystal and downing a high-grade recovery potion.
The latter wasn’t cheap. Even Ye Zhongming had limited reserves.
His injuries improved significantly.
But before he could act further, his expression suddenly changed. Whirling around, he saw the impossible—Sister Bo, whom he had believed dead, was standing.
Not only that—she had hurled her warhammer, reducing the Lightning Sand Demon to half its original mass.
Summoned creatures like the Sand Demon couldn’t die, but each destruction drained their energy. Too many defeats would permanently weaken them, requiring lengthy re-cultivation.
Sister Bo… was still alive?
Ye Zhongming’s gaze locked onto the woman’s left side—and understanding dawned.
Because he had absolute confidence in his purple-grade firearm, he had prioritized concealment and surprise over precision when firing.
The “Burst” skill was inherently an area-of-effect attack—even a near-miss would obliterate most targets through sheer destructive force.
The Harvester Mimicry Shooter was the most lethal among his recently forged purple-grade equipment.
Its past performances had been flawless, which was why Ye Zhongming had assumed Sister Bo’s death was guaranteed.
And under normal circumstances, she should have died. Any evolved—no matter how tough—would perish after losing half their abdominal organs.
Yet Sister Bo lived. And was still combat-ready!
Her entire body was now covered in longer white fur, while her left abdomen was gone entirely from the navel down. Ye Zhongming could even see her exposed ribs.
But!
Along the wound’s edges, red tendrils of flesh were visibly regenerating, rapidly repairing the damage.
This level of regeneration?!
Ye Zhongming’s eyes narrowed.
Even in all of Cloud Peak, perhaps no one—not even himself—possessed such healing capabilities.
Surprise, however, didn’t equate to fear. Ye Zhongming’s philosophy was simple: If one strike doesn’t kill, deliver more.
With an explosive push-off from the ground, he shot toward Sister Bo like a cannonball, ignoring her grievous yet seemingly inconsequential injuries.
The Twin Demons raced to intercept, desperate to reach her before Ye Zhongming’s attack landed.
They knew—without Soul Merchant’s powerhouse to pin Ye Zhongming down, their fate was sealed.
The priority now was protecting Sister Bo long enough for her to recover.
Meanwhile, Saint Green Serpent and his serpent readied another assault.
But then—
The world darkened around them.
Above, a sky full of stars materialized.
Ye Zhongming’s “Stellar Gaze” activated!
Next, shimmering particles of light-sand engulfed the battlefield.
Sister Bo, the Twin Demons, and Saint Green Serpent all felt their bodies grow heavier—and mortal danger loomed.
Trapped in darkness with no immediate escape, their only option was to defend.
Ye Zhongming, now fighting at full strength, had no intention of letting them off. As the Star Spirit’s ability took effect, the Earth Spirit—having exhausted nearly all energy from repeatedly casting Black Soil Armor—slammed Sister Bo and the Twin Demons with a Gravity Field.
Enhanced by his Amplification Field, Ye Zhongming moved like lightning. The Undead Sand Moon Blade arced toward the nearest target—Sister Bo.
Soul Merchant’s Vice-Leader could only raise her warhammer in a frantic block.
CLANG!
The weapons collided. Sister Bo’s hammer was knocked aside, and her body staggered back.
Under Stellar Gaze, Ye Zhongming’s bloodline and other abilities were boosted by 20%. Combined with Sister Bo’s injuries, the woman who had once matched him blow-for-blow was now outclassed.
The Twin Demons intercepted, parrying Ye Zhongming’s next slash.
But his resolve was firm. Dual-wielding again, he leveraged his speed and strength to unleash a relentless barrage against the Twin Demons.
In weapon grade alone, the Twin Demons were outmatched. Their earlier success had relied on job synergy, teamwork, and Sister Bo’s pressure. Now, with Ye Zhongming’s sudden power surge and Sister Bo neutralized, their disadvantage became glaring.
Ye Zhongming’s blades struck dozens of times like a precision machine in mere seconds.
Finally—an opening.
One of the Twin Demons, his weapon cracked from the onslaught, misjudged a block by a fraction. His left chest was exposed.
Wind and Thunder struck like a viper.
Blood sprayed.
Ye Zhongming would have driven the blade deeper in the next instant—ending one of Wen Yan’s elites.
But then—
A sudden disturbance erupted behind him!