This robe was an incredibly rare piece of armor, excelling in every aspect and perfectly complementing his bloodline. But it had one flaw—its durability couldn’t be repaired. Once broken, it was gone for good.
Ye Zhongming’s attack had just reduced its durability by over 100 points!
The spinning cranks in his hands suddenly halted.
Then, two black tornadoes, each as thick as two meters at their widest, materialized before him. Like horizontal cones, they shot toward Ye Zhongming.
Meanwhile, Ye Zhongming was busy dodging the energy notes. These things struck the Mountain and Water Eternal World behind him with loud bangs.
Sensing another attack incoming, he raised the Staff of Nature before him.
“This damn turtle shell—I’m sick of it!”
The Chairman grumbled, breathing slightly heavily. That attack had clearly drained some of his stamina.
He gently patted the left head of his three-headed tiger and said softly, “Lend me some strength.”
Four deep tooth marks marred his skin when he withdrew it—yet no blood flowed.
With a ferocious grin, the Chairman swung his hand toward Ye Zhongming from a distance.
Countless phantom tiger claws appeared in front of the King of Cloud Peak, slashing at him with lethal precision.
This was a joint skill between the Chairman and his beast.
But he wasn’t done.
The right tiger head bit his other hand, and with another swing, a 10-meter-long phantom tiger tail whipped toward Ye Zhongming.
Energy notes, tiger claws, tiger tail, tornado cones—all converged on Ye Zhongming.
They were certain that Ye Zhongming would have to defend against them. Even if his gunfire had caught them off guard, he would ultimately be forced into a defensive stance.
This was where the difference between top-tier evolved and elite evolved became glaringly obvious.
Against Ye Zhongming, even elites of the same evolution level stood no chance alone. Two could barely hold their own, three might still be at a disadvantage, and only four could truly match him.
There were moments when Ye Zhongming could overwhelm them so thoroughly that they couldn’t even activate skills.
But the Chairman and God Hall Director were true pinnacle existences—ranked in the top five of the entire nation, perhaps even the top twenty on the planet. Fighting two against one, they held absolute superiority.
They had expected Ye Zhongming to be tough, even with his blindness, but they never imagined his choice would be…
To fight back!
The Staff of Nature was too famous. Water Bottle Barrier was too famous. Most people’s first reaction upon seeing it was defense.
But this staff wasn’t just for defense—it could attack too.
Instead of the expected barrier, a gigantic flaming bird erupted from the staff, hurtling toward the two bosses.
Ye Zhongming hadn’t loaded a water gem into the Staff of Nature—he’d used a fire gem, and the highest-grade one at that!
Thus, the fire gem’s ability—Blazing Phoenix—was unleashed.
The battlefield was instantly engulfed in chaos as attacks collided.
All three combatants acted swiftly, their techniques landing almost simultaneously.
Ye Zhongming was pummeled by the barrage.
The energy notes came first.
These weren’t simple projectiles—their laughter-like sounds disrupted mental focus. Even someone with Ye Zhongming’s immense mental energy felt slightly affected.
And when the notes struck, they didn’t damage armor or flesh—they attacked the mind directly. Caught off guard while counterattacking, Ye Zhongming couldn’t dodge them all.
This left him momentarily vulnerable, forced to rely on pure defense against the remaining attacks.
Tornadoes, tiger claws, and tiger tail—each left their mark on Ye Zhongming. By the time the assault ended, he had to brace himself against the Mountain and Water EternalWorld’s barrier just to stay upright.
Such was the might of two true masters. A single exchange had worsened Ye Zhongming’s injuries by another 30%.
But the two bosses didn’t come out unscathed either.
A highest-grade fire gem unleashed through the Staff of Nature wasn’t something to be taken lightly. Both were forced dozens of meters back before the searing heat subsided.
They glared at Ye Zhongming, furious and disheveled.
The Chairman’s golden robe had lost even more durability. At this rate, it would be destroyed before the battle ended.
The Director, though showing no obvious wounds, had charred marks on his scalp and pinky fingers—proof of injury.
His mental-energy-consuming barrier had either broken or been dismissed to conserve energy.
All three chugged potions simultaneously, then straightened up.
“Again!” the Chairman snarled.