Chapter 465: A Clash of Fates

What the hell is going on!?

Frozen in place, Yinglong sensed in dismay two surging auras encircling him.

One in front, one behind – both releasing an insane surge of power.

Everything was unfolding too bizarrely and too fast…

He had no idea whether to flee or do something else!

The first aura was healing its bearer, as if the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch was rapidly reverting to Fourth Stage!

Unable to shatter the light orb, the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch regenerated at an alarming rate, bellowing furious roars.

The second aura emanated from behind Li Dafu – an unknown force seemingly about to emerge from the Void!

Sandwiched between these overwhelming auras, Yinglong felt nothing more than a plaything caught in a vise; the colliding energies nearly forced him to spit out old blood.

“That’s the mysterious NPC!?”

“Is he here to help me!? Because I couldn’t kill the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch!?”

His mind was in utter chaos.

So bizarre was the situation that Yinglong dared not act recklessly; his racing thoughts struggled to unravel what was happening.

Even as his head felt like it was about to burst into flames, he couldn’t fathom why!

Only Li Dafu’s earlier words offered a few hazy clues.

If he was here to help… then that was good news!?

Yes! This Dungeon is twisted to its core! The Otherworldly Ghost Monarch, in his dual form, was about to surge back to Fourth Stage. Amid inexplicable team wipeouts, the sole method to intervene was failing once again.

After so many deaths, the idea of the system sending an NPC to aid him seemed almost reasonable.

The thought ignited a wild excitement in Yinglong, transforming his terror into ecstatic joy.

Help me!

If I kill the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch, that Legendary Suit will be mine! Why on earth would an NPC take someone else’s loot!?

At that moment, Yinglong realized that giving up the Core of the Otherworldly Ghost earlier had been absolutely worth it!

Had he not handed it over, he’d likely have been forced to flee—or face certain death!?

Overcome with excitement, he even shot Blood Nightingale a look laced with gratitude.

Without Blood Nightingale triggering this quest, this ridiculously powerful NPC might never have come to his rescue!

What does it mean to be favored by fate? What is divine protection, really!

I, Yinglong, am clearly on a winning streak! This Legendary Suit is destined for me!

Elated, he began to fantasize about the battle that lay ahead.

But while Yinglong was still reveling in his excitement, Blood Nightingale, tucked away on the sidelines, watched Li Dafu’s show of bravado with a dazed expression.

Unlike the clueless Yinglong, even Yenir—who had been teaming up with him until now—knew exactly whose subordinate this NPC truly was!?

What the hell…

Could this NPC be Fourth-Stage!?

Is this the bastard’s ultimate trump card that killed Yinglong!?

Breathing heavily, a surge of indescribable shock sent her world spinning.

No wonder that bastard was so confident…

Yet, she couldn’t understand why Yenir hadn’t struck sooner, and that explosive swordlight earlier—it unmistakably had Yenir’s signature style…

But unlike everyone else, Yenir, hidden in the corner with eyes glowing red, both absorbed the overwhelming power building within him and felt an unsettling tension.

He could feel that after taking down ten Awakener foes in an instant, the power within him had gone berserk, as if ignited by flames, rapidly enhancing his strength.

Pain!

Blood burned, and his Spirit Energy boiled.

With Divine Rage triggered, he transformed into a berserker, waves of murderous intent surging over his reason.

Simultaneously, an unknown force coalesced into a phantom of nothingness.

“Beep. Kill three Third-Stage Awakened* and the skill activates!”

“Beep. All attributes enhanced! Entering berserk state!”

“Beep. Kill six Third-Stage Awakened and enter a frenzied state!”

“Beep. Kill nine Third-Stage Awakened and enter Divine Rage!”

…

“Beep. Three seconds until the summoning of the Fourth-Stage Phantom! Lock onto your target!”

…

“Phew, that was close!”

“Divine Rage’s final trigger phase actually requires three seconds of preparation!”

On his first invocation of Divine Rage, Yenir drew a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the burning skill panel.

After dispatching ten Awakeners in one breath, the long-dormant SSS skill finally activated!

He knew that once he locked onto a target at the instant the phantom appeared, it would unleash an unimaginably devastating attack.

Straining to control himself, his eyes glowing scarlet, Yenir locked onto the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch without hesitation.

This strike might kill Yinglong, but it would be pointless!

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, he could clearly sense that the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch had noticed him too—its focus shifting from Yinglong directly onto him!

Time raced by; just as both auras peaked, a pale giant hand emerged behind Li Dafu, tearing through space, as a blood-red longsword thrust forth with reckless abandon.

Under its immense pressure, everyone present was crushed, barely able to breathe.

To their senses, the outstretched hand appeared almost divine, disturbing the very fabric of space around it.

It blotted out the sky—its blood-red blade looming like a massive mountain over everyone.

At the same time, the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch, its disguise shattered, roared and charged toward the giant hand.

“Boom!!!”

In an instant, the two forces collided, their combined might far surpassing Yinglong’s full power as they violently clashed.

Who would win!?

So powerful!

This Otherworldly Ghost was far stronger than before!

Before Yinglong could even consider using his trump card to assist the NPC, the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch abruptly stiffened mid-air.

Suspended in the air, the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch froze.

Then, as an unfathomable aura erupted from the red giant sword, a dazzling beam of red light descended like a hunter’s lock, piercing the ghost’s body in an instant.

Simultaneously, with the sudden burst of the attack, everyone present felt a suffocating surge of terrifying power.

Under its crushing force, every cell in their bodies seemed to scream in agony.

“Boom!!”

A pillar of light tore through the ground.

As if dissolving, the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch was pulverized, crashing down to the earth in a heap of death.

One strike—instantly lethal.

Utterly brutal.

With the battle over, a stunned Yinglong gaped in disbelief, nearly dropping the Long Spear he had clutched so tightly.

“Damn!”

What the hell… did it really end in an instant!?