Doomsday Roulette

To be honest, seeing this scene, whether it was Aslan, who had trained Ye Zhongming for ten days, the color man who still had some expectations for him, or the people in front of the light barrier, such as Commander Huang Jin, no one felt anything remarkable.

The combat style of the Star-Eye Clan was often like this: taking advantage of the enemy’s unpreparedness or luring them into a trap.

However, when everyone saw the direction Ye Zhongming was running in, they all frowned.

Logically speaking, since they had just gone to great lengths to set up so many traps, he should be leading the monster toward those traps. Yet this idiot was running in the entirely wrong direction.

“Is he nervous? Is he confused?”

It was still that administrative staff member who voiced his guess.

After a brief thought, the others dismissed this possibility.

The trash that could reach this point was a top figure on their respective planets. It was possible for such a person to be nervous, but it shouldn’t lead to such a blunder of neglecting to lure the enemy properly.

But they really couldn't think of the reason why this idiot was acting like this.

“Is his goal to get to that flat area?”

A figure in a silver mask suddenly pointed to a flat area about a distance away from Ye Zhongming, roughly the size of a basketball court, where only some weeds and low flowers grew.

This trash must have some skill to release in the open area, right? Cheng Liuji and the others thought so.

But…

Before reaching the flat area, Ye Zhongming turned.

Those who were paying attention collectively felt a sense of shame and lowered their heads.

Could it be that this guy was truly running around blindly due to nervousness or even fear?

“Unbearable to look at.”

There was a similar term in the dark language that Aslan used to describe Ye Zhongming.

At the same time, the last shred of her special feelings toward this trash vanished without a trace.

In the universe, fear and cowardice had no market.

Cheng Liuji looked at the ‘embarrassed’ trash and was already considering how to punish him.

If this trash didn’t demonstrate his worth, then everything he did to Aslan would be punished.

“Look, he’s finally starting to lure the monster toward the traps.”

Again, it was that administrative staff member who attracted the attention of many who were about to leave with his exaggerated exclamation.

In the light barrier, everyone seemed to hear a ‘pop’ sound as the trap sprung from the ground, and a sharp rock flew toward the lower half of the Sky Pillar’s body.

Many shook their heads again.

The Sky Pillar was a monster; unlike many carbon-based primates, it had no weaknesses there. What could a rock do?

The Sky Pillar didn’t even dodge, its speed unchanged as it continued to chase Ye Zhongming.

Its level allowed it to be very sensitive to whether a particular attack posed a threat to it.

Next, Ye Zhongming began leading the Sky Pillar into the traps he had set up.

However, just as the spectators thought, these traps only provided a minor hindrance and posed no threat to the Sky Pillar at all.

People in front of the light barrier began to leave.

To be honest, while these traps were quite clever, with excellent positioning, triggering methods, and integration with the environment, if made with higher-level materials, they would have been a series of very efficient traps.

But now, the materials were low-grade, completely useless.

Having lost the majority of their abilities and lacking equipment and help, many felt that this trash could not possibly stand against the Sky Pillar.

Ninth-level life, even in the All Races of the Universe, could not be easily tamed; only a small portion of species could be, and everyone was well aware of the types that could be domesticated. As a relatively weak small race among the All Races of the Universe, the Star-Eye Clan had very few ninth-level life forms they could tame, with the Sky Pillar being among the higher-tier ones.

A ‘flawed’ trash could not be its opponent.