Chapter 536: Crimson Judgment

Need some help!?

Upon hearing Yinglong’s plea for help, both the white-robed man and his subordinates froze in an instant.

Everything happened too suddenly.

Being used to looking out solely for himself, he certainly wouldn’t share Yinglong’s burden.

After all, their cooperation was purely verbal; only a fool would get involved when the stakes were uncertain.

But still…

At that moment, he noted that these mysterious, ambushing Third-Stage fighters wielded bizarre powers and abilities—especially that Third-Stage Mid-level kid.

Yet, judging by the circumstances, Yinglong himself didn’t seem to be in mortal danger.

It was clear he was being held back; Yinglong was being dragged down while hesitating over something.

“How about selling a favor?”

The thought of stepping in flashed through his mind.

In Hakechi’s mind, if he intervened, he could instantly turn the tide—and score a massive personal favor with Yinglong.

No matter how you tallied it up, the deal was too good to pass up.

A simple strike to dispatch those few Third-Stage Advanced opponents would be enough…

His eyes darted around, and just as he was about to act, a clear, cold voice suddenly cut through the air.

“If you strike, I’ll take you down too!”

The tone was icy and laden with outright menace.

Startled, Hakechi—ready to attack—looked up in shock; the voice belonged to Yenir.

Before he could laugh in defiance at his opponent’s arrogance, Yenir, who had been unleashing waves of sword qi mid-air, abruptly pointed a single finger.

Mind Shock!

Buzz!!!

Invisible mental force coalesced into a tangible, scarlet shockwave that instantly pierced Yinglong’s body, like a heavy hammer, sending him flying as he charged forward.

With no psychic resistance to rely on, Yinglong—just as he was about to unleash his trump card, Burning Blood Shadow—saw everything plunge into darkness and let out a gaping roar as he coughed up blood.

It felt as if his brain had exploded; the excruciating pain and mental chaos abruptly shattered his Spirit Shield!

Right now!

Up in mid-air, as if possessed by a demonic force, Yenir sneered coldly, channeling his focus onto his skills.

His Divine Rage skill panel, already blazing like boiling flames, suddenly registered the command to activate.

Divine Rage!!

Pushed to its utmost.

At the precise moment Yinglong was at his weakest, Yenir summoned his Divine Rage strike without hesitation.

In the clear sky, a spectral figure took shape in an instant—like a summoned divine avatar gazing impassively upon the land.

In the next moment, an overwhelming pressure sent shivers through everyone as a brilliant, all-melting column of light pierced through the heavens and the earth.

Infinite Light Pillar!!

Boom!!!

Under the onslaught of colossal energy, Yinglong, struck squarely, was sent tumbling underground like a mere ant.

With relentless energy impacts, he seemed to melt away while unleashing a piercing, agonized scream.

Unwilling, frantic, and desperate.

Every high-velocity impact made him feel as if his flesh were dissolving.

The Blood Shadow he was about to unleash had to retract into his body in a desperate bid to withstand the assault.

He was defiant! How could his enemy stoop so low as to use mental attacks to disrupt him!

In fact, the moment he had yelled for Hakechi to strike, he had already primed himself to unleash his trump card!

Burning Blood Shadow! He could burst with double the strength and speed in no time! As long as he acted first, that brat clutching his phantom attack might not even get a chance to release it!

He was convinced that Yenir was merely a Third-Stage Mid-level. With constant power-ups, he believed one strike could have taken him out!

But he never expected Yenir to seem so perceptive—to directly use a mental attack to shatter his preparations!

He was furious, defiant, and desperate not to die!

In his Burning Blood Shadow state, he was sure he could fend off that phantom assault!

Yet no amount of defiance can save you if you don’t act.

But in the blink of an eye, the ground beneath Yinglong shattered into a hundred-meter-deep chasm, as streams of searing energy splintered the earth.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The infusion of light flowed—perhaps when facing different foes, the Divine Rage phantom unleashes varied attacks, almost as if it were acting on its own.

Unlike the one-shot strike that felled the Otherworldly Ghost Monarch, this Divine Rage assault resembled a continuously firing laser cannon, intent on melting Yinglong away.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the battlefield,

confronted by such overwhelming might, Hakechi was instantly frozen in place.

Staring at the godlike phantom in the sky, he felt his very soul scream—the oppressive power was utterly terrifying!

What in the world is this?! How could its presence be even stronger than a Third-Stage aura?!

He couldn’t fathom what Yenir had actually summoned.

Yet, as agonized screams around him began to fade, he suddenly realized that Yinglong was likely on the brink!

After that phantom was summoned, a single strike was enough to finish off Yinglong… Could this terrifying force possibly be Fourth-Stage?!

His mouth turned dry, and his scalp prickled with numb terror!

The anger that once burned on his face was now utterly replaced by shock as he gazed at Yenir!

Hakechi, too stunned by his own fear, dared not act.

Up in the air.

Observing Yinglong’s relentless struggle, Yenir arched an eyebrow, promptly ended his Judgment form, and unleashed a Judgment Sword strike.

Sure enough, Yinglong did have a trump card.

Beneath his mental onslaught, the Blood Shadow cloaking Yinglong was still fighting desperately.

But it was already too late.

“Judgment!”

“Boom!!”

It fell like a giant sword from the heavens.

As a black giant sword hurtled down at impossible speed, an orange-red fireball erupted thunderously from the chasm carved by the light column.

The earth cried out as, after two successive devastating blows, the faint aura within the chasm vanished entirely.

Under a towering mushroom cloud of dust, even without seeing Yinglong’s body, Yenir could be certain that no life remained in the chasm.

No doubt, with that triple assault, Yinglong was utterly dead…

He was surprisingly persistent… It seems an extra strike was needed to finish him off for good.

Exhaling lightly, Yenir’s tension eased, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

A narrow escape, indeed.

Although Yinglong proved tougher to dispatch than anticipated—still breathing after a Mind Shock and Divine Rage attack—he finally fell under the Judgment Sword.

Clearly, in his final moments, Yinglong must have snapped into clarity at the brink of death, unleashing his trump card.

But unfortunately, his assault was so swift and ruthless that Yinglong wasn’t given even the slightest opening.

To be honest, Yinglong’s end was a tragic defeat.

One could blame his own over-caution for not striking first, or even Blood Nightingale. Without Blood Nightingale’s intel, Yenir wouldn’t have been able to time the Mind Shock so precisely to intercept his trump card.

But whatever the reason, at this moment, Yinglong—once the unchallenged overlord of the Far Frontier—had been reduced to nothing but ashes…

Observing the swirling fire and dust clouds before him, Yenir let out a quiet sigh before dashing straight towards Hakechi.

As much as he longed to rummage through Yinglong’s ‘corpse’ for the item he sought,

he hadn’t forgotten that there were still others left to deal with at the scene.