Published: February 11, 2025
This is a process of mutual growth and decline.
For a ninth level energy, even a little bit is abundant and surging for Ye Zhongming, who is at the eight star level.
Even though he was being beaten and appeared quite flustered, under the Holy Father's ghostly speed, he could only dodge sideways with the earth sand moon blade, occasionally receiving a cut. However, under Ye Zhongming's monstrous defense, he only sustained minor injuries.
The Beautiful Heavenly Pearl nourished his body, and his injuries could naturally recover. The power of the Holy Father was plundered and fed back to Ye Zhongming, allowing these already minor wounds to heal nearly within seconds.
The remaining energy was rapidly enhancing Ye Zhongming's physical condition at a speed he could clearly feel.
Ye Zhongming had never experienced such a feeling before.
Originally, he was at the peak of his state just after evolving to the eight star level. After attacking the Holy Father with the overflowing energy from his successful evolution, Ye Zhongming adjusted his body and faced the attack. Protected by his gear and the specially made black earth armor, even the recovery of his Wind and Thunder Twin Birth could barely break through.
The Holy Father didn’t want to use that terrifying sword light or other high-powered methods, fearing the rapid loss of energy. However, the more he hesitated, the less he could truly harm Ye Zhongming.
Faced with an increasingly slippery opponent, the Holy Father decided to take action at a certain moment.
He could not allow this situation to continue.
The Holy Father chose to directly kill Ye Zhongming.
His Wind and Thunder Twin Birth plunged into the ground, one hand pressed against the upward sword handle, and a tremendous force surged from his hand into the sword body, then into the ground.
In the entire Spirit Feeding Totem space, the ground suddenly froze as if gripped by extreme cold, covered by a layer of white and becoming solid frozen earth.
Then the entire ground began to crack. After a few breaths, it erupted with a thunderous boom, countless large and small chunks of frozen earth crashing down towards Ye Zhongming.
Ye Zhongming wanted to dodge, but he found that his feet were stuck to the ground. In a moment of desperation, he took out the Staff of Nature and stood it in front of himself, placing a rare high-level water gem onto it.
The phantom shadow of the Shield of the Water Bottle protected him, but just when Ye Zhongming thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, the high-level water gem, which had a very high defense, shattered after only two seconds, leaving Ye Zhongming no time to replace it. He could only retract the Staff of Nature in that instant and rely on his own defense to withstand the impact.
Fortunately, after Ye Zhongming's evolution, his spiritual power was vast like the ocean. He continuously urged the Earth Spirit to refresh the black earth armor while simultaneously throwing everything in the space that could produce a defensive effect.
The people outside were blinded by the countless chunks of frozen earth, only vaguely seeing a protective shield beginning to glow around Ye Zhongming, then disappearing. After that, all the frozen earth chunks concentrated together, as if a giant wave crashed against the shore, meeting resistance, and then dispersing into the sky.
Afterwards, the dam collapsed, and a flood surged.
Ye Zhongming was also swept away amidst this torrent of frozen earth.
As the momentum of the attack weakened, the Holy Father gasped for breath. He looked around the space and found that it still existed, and his energy was still being rapidly and evenly drained away.
"Disappointed... are you?" Ye Zhongming's voice emerged from beneath a pile of earth. The frozen earth, piled up to nearly three feet high, shifted, then toppled over, and the flustered Lord of the Cloud Summit climbed out from inside.
At that moment, Ye Zhongming was no longer the imposing figure he had been after his successful evolution. His face was covered in blood, but those eyes, still somewhat spirited, were fixed on the Holy Father, filled with mockery.