Doomsday Roulette

Everything happened very quickly. After the fruits ripened, the Yama Tree swayed its body, causing the black-spotted green fruits to fall from the treetop. Each fruit, resembling an orange, had a white silk thread extending from both ends.

The threads were thin but incredibly tough. Once they appeared, they connected with surrounding threads, quickly forming a huge, irregular three-dimensional space, with each fruit acting as a node, connected by the threads.

This magical scene left everyone perplexed, even the Holy Father displayed a cautious expression.

There was no way around it; the earlier display of natural phenomena had left a profound impression on him. If he and the Yama Tree were both ninth-level beings, escaping an attack would be extraordinarily difficult.

Once the fruits completed their connections, they began to move, flying towards the Holy Father.

Inside the Royal City, Dr. He was in much better condition this time and had almost instantly recovered from his earlier injuries. The bones broken by the Holy Father's kick had already healed, showcasing his terrifying self-healing ability.

He soared back into the sky, aggressively charging towards the Holy Father.

The researchers who had been observing him were tense, anxiously watching the data on their tracking instruments, with many of them performing calculations.

"What's the vitality level?"

"About one hundred seventy percent. To ensure healing ability without losing combat power, the cell division rate has already exceeded the limit. If vitality continues to increase, the gene fragments will become unstable; once it collapses, it will either lose control completely or die!"

Two researchers were engaged in conversation, but the content was evidently not optimistic. Although Dr. He had been sent flying, he persistently clung to life in front of the Holy Father, as if even a ninth-level expert could do nothing to him.

But the reality was that this came at the cost of Dr. He's body functioning beyond its limits. Although Cloud Summit's technology had reached an advanced level, it still could not create perfect life like a deity.

"How much longer can he hold on?"

"With the current combat intensity, at most two minutes. If the Holy Father focuses his attacks on him, he can last at most two hits!"

"Relay the message to Xia Lei; that’s all we can do. From here on, it depends on her."

Dr. He could only fight for two more minutes, and this news reached Xia Lei's ears in just a few seconds. Instead of panicking, she issued an order and took command of all the armies from the other king zuns, allowing Mo Ye to start orderly mobilizing the troops.

Meanwhile, the war fortress, modified by Cloud Summit Villa, began gradually entering the heart of the battlefield, with the magic crystal cannon firing more frequently and with increasing power.

As these events unfolded, Dr. He was struck down again. This time, a large hole appeared in his chest, extremely gruesome.

Cells around the wound rapidly divided, merging towards the center like a circular door, the speed leaving onlookers in utter astonishment.

However, the researchers had grim expressions, knowing that if there was another hard hit, Dr. He would collapse and die. Even if he didn’t sustain that level of injury again, within half a minute, this pinnacle of Cloud Summit's technology would lose control completely due to overload.

They hoped the Yama Tree's attack would be effective, making Dr. He's sacrifice worthwhile.

Dr. He and the modified war fortress entered the battlefield to create opportunities for the Yama Tree's bizarre fruits. Now, these fruits had finally reached the Holy Father.

Everyone was focused on this scene; everyone knew the critical moment had arrived.

However, in an inconspicuous corner on the ground, some things were also occurring. If someone were to pay attention, they would find Ling Kun, Hongxiang, the three-trunked elephant, and Yangos present, though Yangos appeared quite reluctant.

"Let’s get started; we don’t have much time," Ling Kun said solemnly, his hand resting on an inconspicuous bead. This bead, dimly black and unremarkable, flickered when Ling Kun placed his hand on it.