Chapter 1570
Chapter 1570: Mousi Breaking Through Wandering Hell / Judgment of the Imaginary Space!
Mousi’s sharp claws pierced Ye Qiyan’s body, scalding blood continuously pouring out.
One third, one third…
[Wandering Star Holy Mark: Courage, Champion, Glory, Pride, Art, Confidence!]
When there was no fear in Ye Qiyan’s heart, when his eyes were still filled with zeal even while injured—
The Wandering Star Holy Mark was responding to him!
The fragile golden-red sun star mark originally could not have stopped any of Mousi’s attacks.
Yet, when it tried to pull its claws back, it was halted by that solid star mark.
“Decisiveness!”
The order was given!
The Demon of Determination instantly transformed into armor and attached itself; his appearance remained unchanged, except on that pair of burning demonic horns, where the demonic flames flared even more intensely.
Its Stamina and Mental Power were synchronized with Ye Qiyan’s.
Which meant! At this moment, after the attachment, Ye Qiyan’s maximum Mental Power and Stamina limits would double once more!
[Mental Power Limit: 45,000]
[Stamina Limit: 30,000]
Was it enough? Of course not!
Ye Qiyan’s Stamina was still plummeting frantically!!
Every instant of Mousi’s attack caused him to lose a third of his Stamina!
Ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand!
In less than a second, his Stamina was about to hit rock bottom!
Ye Qiyan knew very well that his Stamina was as useless as ever, and his body still couldn’t match his Mental Power.
But so what?
This was his body!
[Eternal Blood] + [Trickster Sword × Wandering Star Holy Mark × Survivor]
After his Stamina was firmly held at one point by Eternal Blood, the triple-cycle intertwining of mental and physical frantically salvaged his pathetic Stamina.
Limits? Of course he didn’t have enough limit capacity—not now, not later, and never in the future!
Then he would stake it all on recovery!
Before he completely exhausted his last drop of blood and burned away his final shred of conviction! He would never fall!
Buzz—!
The bloodstained Blade of Minghui fell from the sky!
Countless pink dreamy phantasmal bubbles arrived alongside the master of that blade.
“We meet again, Ye Qiyan! You look even more radiant than last time, hahahahaha!”
It was Heinz.
This world had already become a [Dream].
The mayor of Utopia City, the unfinished King of Utopia, the True God of happiness.
His figure was woven from dreams by Ye Qiyan.
The Blade of Minghui cleaved clean through the dead center of Mousi’s back.
Mousi wanted to turn into an illusion and vanish again.
Yet its claws, held in a death grip by Ye Qiyan, had become Mousi’s greatest vulnerability.
To attack a physical body, it had to materialize; otherwise, it could only strike the soul and Mental Power.
Negative mental effects were useless against Ye Qiyan.
And Mousi was not adept in soul-type powers.
The instant its claws materialized and struck Ye Qiyan,
that space within the Wandering Star Holy Mark completed its lock-on!
“!”
Its body was severed down the middle; as a member of the insectoid race, Mousi shouldn’t have felt pain.
Yet this slash from Heinz brought it an inexplicable sense of [happiness].
It was as though it had become its former self.
The former self that could feel pain, could weep, and could decide everything on its own instead of being manipulated by the Hive Mind.
How wonderful…
It hurts so much…
Under the power of this slash, Mousi actually broke free from the shackles of the Hive Mind for a brief moment.
Though it was only for an instant… it—he cried.
Tears streamed down his face.
“Hahahahahaha!”
That arm was severed, abandoned by it.
No longer locked down, Mousi once again turned into illusory fragments, vanishing on the spot within the [End of Huanlong].
Ye Qiyan pulled out the claw, the light and shadow of the [Tilting Scales] flashing in the depths of his eyes—something only he could see.
Then, he casually tossed the claw aside.
After leaving the range of the Wandering Star Holy Mark, the claw also shattered into fragments.
Heinz glanced at him and grinned.
“Only me this time? I remember last time, you summoned quite a crowd.”
The injuries on Ye Qiyan’s body had fully recovered. He took out a Golden Apple, took a bite, and casually tossed one to Heinz.
“It’s not summoning, it’s utilizing.”
“Haha, right, it certainly is utilizing.”
Heinz caught the Golden Apple and took a bite as well.
“No wonder you’re always eating these; the taste isn’t bad. Ye Qiyan, the dream you wove really isn’t half bad. And… four cards already? You truly are the master of this Blasphemy Card.”
The Anchor, Judge, Dreamweaver, Dominator.
The four Blasphemy Cards had already coalesced into a ring behind Ye Qiyan’s back.
An infinite path manifested within this Wandering Hell.
“The sky is about to tear open.”
Ye Qiyan looked toward the rift in Wandering Hell and put away [Dominator].
Blade in hand, Heinz stood beside him.
“This enemy of yours is about on par with me at my absolute peak—no, maybe even slightly stronger. If my Ring of Kingship were complete, it might be a different story. But it seems that End in Utopia City truly only happens once.”
“Yes, only once.”
“Guess I should feel honored.”
Heinz gripped the blade with both hands as countless bubbles emerged around him.
“Your choice was right. To deal with this fellow, I really am the most suitable tool.”
happiness, illusion, phantasm, pain…
That streak of Dream Trace was entirely used to weave Heinz alone; the power he could unleash was far stronger than last time, even approaching completion.
Bubbles of happiness filled Wandering Hell.
The End of Huanlong was countered by the two powers of the bubbles of happiness and [The End], completely losing its chance to exert any influence in this hell.
Bubbles were inherently fragile, and within phantasmal illusions, all happiness was utterly false.
The vanished Mousi was revealed under the reflection of the bubbles.
And at this moment, it had already reached high into the sky.
Patrol, Eve, Goshawk, and Neferti tangled in battle with it in the sky.
“Get out of the way!”
Mousi continuously scattered fragments, shaking off the pursuit of the dreamy bubbles.
It rose continuously toward the heavens at extreme speed. The claw discarded by Ye Qiyan regrew, and with a downward swipe, the End of Huanlong crashed into this space with full force.
It wanted to shatter Wandering Hell.
Wandering Hell was a complete [World] overlapping with [Hyperspace].
In this absolute home turf of Ye Qiyan, the malice bred within its heart became nourishment feeding back into Ye Qiyan.
This was not Mousi’s own thought.
It didn’t care at all whether it was on Ye Qiyan’s home turf.
For a dignified apex to go all out against a mere human who had lived for less than two Wasteland Years was already humiliating enough.
Yet it could not resist the Hive Mind.
Its own will didn’t matter at all.
The Swarm had altered its choice.
“Trying to flee?”
Yet at the very top of Wandering Hell, seventy-seven kilometers high in the sky!
Between the sun and the moon.
Ye Qiyan’s figure appeared there amidst black feathers of light.
“Flee? No, this is the Hive Mind making me leave this land! Ye Qiyan, do you want to stop me? Stop the command of that will!?”
Mousi anticipated Ye Qiyan’s answer, and anticipated his obstruction even more.
However…
“Stop you? Why should I stop you?”
Ye Qiyan grinned.
Mousi swiped a claw, but caught only a clump of black light feathers.
Disappointed, he charged even higher, shattering the firmament with the End of Huanlong.
However, the expected sky of the wilderness did not appear.
Instead, it arrived in a bizarre space… filled with countless spatial turbulences.
And the instant it entered this place,
Wandering Hell and Hyperspace arrived together.
“Welcome to my domain.”
The imaginary tides began to surge!
Even the End of Huanlong seemed so insignificant amidst these waves.
This place was the Imaginary Space.
The domain destined to belong to Ye Qiyan.
Pop—!
A bubble popped.
Ye Qiyan’s figure appeared directly in front of Mousi.
“I said, you are guilty.”
The Tilting Scales tilted completely to one side.
In Ye Qiyan’s eyes, there were three [Marks of Justice] upon Mousi’s body.
“Guilty means you must be punished!”
This battle was still far from over.
