With the quick wit of Samshit, he immediately understood Ye Chen's scheme. "You want to stall me," he scoffed.
"When I return to Alliance Headquarters, the other Ghost God powerhouse stationed there will be the harbinger of your doom!" Whoosh! Samshit's figure darted into the distance like a streak of light.
"Trying to escape?" The green-rune old man watched Samshit's receding form from inside the spacecraft, a wicked grin curling his lips. "So arrogant just moments ago.
Let me show you the might of the Flowing Moon vessel. Charge!" Whoosh!
The vessel pursued closely. The white metal hull surrounding the cabin slowly parted, revealing a series of dark, gaping cannon muzzles of varying calibers, each coalescing with laser energy and surging toward Samshit.
"Clang, clang, clang..." A dozen beams of light erupted from the vessel, intertwining like a massive net chasing Samshit. Mixed within were one or two micro-annihilation bombs, immensely powerful, capable of obliterating lifeforms at the Level 20,000 tier!
"Damn it..." Samshit zigzagged and dodged in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the laser bombardment. This severely restricted his speed, and he was soon tracked down by the rune vessel.
Boom! A laser cannon struck his back.
With nowhere to evade, Samshit roared, and scriptures and verses drifted out from the "Pseudo-Epic Divine Armor" he wore. The characters flew, forming shimmering tassels that wove into a protective barrier enveloping his body.
The laser cannon struck the barrier of sutras. The entire shield vibrated slightly, deflecting one-third of the impact force.
The rest pierced through, penetrating the inner armor and striking Samshit's body. However, enduring it with his physique, he suffered no actual injury, only a momentary numbness in his skin before recovering.
In his entire life, when had Samshit suffered such immense humiliation? Now being hunted like a stray dog, the grief and indignation within him were almost enough to scorch the sky.
He clenched his fists, his teeth grinding audibly, nearly losing control of his reason! "I'll endure..." "Bastard, push me too far and I'll self-destruct!" "But...
you trash aren't worth me doing that!" "Not worth it!!!" Samshit grit his teeth, his momentum sinking as he plummeted downwards. Just as he neared the glacier, he activated his Ghost God Mode and plunged directly through the ice.
Inside the rune vessel, the green-rune old man sat comfortably in the control room, watching the wretched Samshit. He felt immense satisfaction.
Having been sealed in ruins for countless ages, only to be suppressed by Ye Chen after finally emerging, this was the first time he had been able to torment someone so freely and joyfully. The feeling was indescribably wonderful.
He chuckled sinisterly, tracking Samshit as he sank into the glacier. "Let's see how long you can last.
In the glacier, unless you maintain Ghost God Mode constantly, the moment you revert to solid form, you'll be crushed flat by thousands of feet of ice!" He had followed his master on countless campaigns in his earlier years and had encountered many Ghost God powerhouses, thus he understood the weakness of those at the Ghost God Realm very well! While Ghost God Mode was formidable, the energy consumption was no minor matter.
Whoosh! The rune vessel followed Samshit unhurriedly.
Through the ship's detectors, they could clearly see a small red dot advancing rapidly. Samshit traversed the glacier.
Although safe from the rune vessel's laser cannons, he was constantly draining the Ghost Qi within him. His face was ashen with worry, his fury burning like fire.
After a moment, he reached a large mountain buried beneath the glacier and pierced straight through it, boring a small chamber inside the rock. Soil was far softer than ice.
Moreover, given his body temperature, meditating in the glacier for too long would melt the surrounding ice, causing water to flow everywhere. "Damn bastard!
When I return to headquarters, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!!" Samshit’s eyes blazed with hatred. He cast a venomous glance upward before sitting cross-legged to cultivate.
"After the previous drain, plus the earlier consumption, I only have 1038 points of Ghost Qi left. In Ghost God Mode, that's 60 points per minute—enough for only a dozen minutes more." Samshit bit his teeth.
A moment later, he retrieved a stone enveloped in rolling black mist from a ruin space, a ferocious light gleaming in his eyes. "Once my strength recovers, it won't just be you; everyone in the entire Brightness Base City will be buried with you as my food!!" As his Ghost Qi waned, his resentment toward Ye Chen intensified.
It was crucial to remember that Ghost Qi could not be replenished—at least, not on Earth. Once expended, unlike vital energy which could be absorbed through meditation and cultivation, Ghost Qi required other methods.
By sheer luck, he had stumbled upon a low-grade Ghost Stone in a ruin! This low-grade Ghost Stone could replenish 5000 points of Ghost Qi, enough to restore him to his peak condition!
Although his physical body was around Level 15,000, his accumulated Ghost Qi was incredibly potent, reaching the Seventh Tier of the Ghost God Realm. At his peak, his Ghost Qi total was 6400 points!
"A Ghost Stone... only one.
Pity there wasn't a second one in that entire ruin. Once this is consumed, it's gone forever!
When my Ghost Qi runs out later, there will be no way to supplement it!" "Without Ghost Qi, I cannot enter Ghost God Mode." "If a Ghost God Realm expert cannot enter Ghost God Mode, what's the point of calling them a Ghost God Realm practitioner?" Samshit was furious but decisive, swallowing the low-grade Ghost Stone in his hand. Black mist surged from his palm, an eerie aura enveloping the stone.
Threads of Ghost Qi passed from the stone into his body. One day later, he slowly opened his eyes.
Two beams of cold lightning shot out, seemingly piercing the sand before him. The blackened Ghost Stone in his hand had vanished, reduced to a puff of ash.
Samshit flexed his fist, his eyes cold as knives, filled with murderous intent. With a swift movement, he entered Ghost God Mode and charged outward.
In just one minute. Having spent 60 points of Ghost Qi, he reached the outside of the glacier.
The moment he left the ice, he immediately deactivated Ghost God Mode. As he looked up, he saw more than a dozen white laser beams shooting down from the sky.
"Hahaha!" Inside the rune vessel, the green-rune old man, monitoring Samshit's movements via the detection instrument, had been waiting patiently. Seeing him rush out, without a word, he activated the rune vessel's main cannons.
Since obtaining the Energy God Tree, the rune vessel's energy reserves had never been depleted, allowing him to unleash the heavy artillery he usually held back. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The lasers descended without distinction, their fierce momentum suffocating. Samshit roared, swinging the spear in his hand, activating the "Pseudo-Epic Divine Armor." Shimmering tassels of scripture enveloped his body, sounding like the low chants of Buddhas or the sacred hymns of gods, imbuing him with a sacred aura.
He charged upward, his spear acting like a blade, stabbing toward a white laser beam. Thwack!
The laser exploded, threads of lightning dissipating in the air, annihilated and consumed by the spear. Samshit glared venomously at the rune vessel, gripping his spear tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
Finally, he forcibly suppressed his rage, turned, and sped away into the distance. "Superman Mode!" "Blood Domain!" Samshit's eyes instantly flushed blood-red, radiating an eerie violence.
His body speed surged, transforming into a streak of light rocketing away, on the verge of escaping the rune vessel's detection range in the blink of an eye. "Not good!" The green-rune old man’s smile vanished abruptly.
He frantically manipulated the rune vessel to give chase, just as a heart-stopping aura slowly diffused from behind him. He spun around sharply.
"I'm here!" Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, his expression cold and pitiless. He ceased absorbing the life energy from the prehistoric vicious beast skeleton, stood up, opened the hatch of the rune vessel, and unleashed his aura, scattering the debris inside the cabin.
"Ant-Man Superman!" "Lightning Superman!" Two torrents of fierce power gradually erupted from the depths of his being, flowing through every limb and vessel. A pair of sharp black horns slowly extended from his forehead, and from beneath his dark hair, a single, sharp, upright purple horn sprouted!
Whoosh! His figure instantly vanished!
The green-rune old man stared in shock. That raw, savage aura, even for someone as experienced as him, inspired terror.
He seemed to realize something and quickly looked toward the detector screen, his jaw dropping in disbelief. On the screen, a red dot was rapidly moving away from the vessel, accelerating at a terrifying speed.
Within a few breaths, it had left the range of the rune vessel's detector. This detector could scan all life forms within a 300-kilometer radius, meaning Ye Chen had covered that distance in mere moments—a testament to his horrifying speed!
In Lightning Superman Mode, with a 100-fold amplification, Ye Chen's speed rivaled a powerhouse at the Level 990,000 tier! Just one step shy of the speed of a Pseudo-God!
Above the glacier. Samshit sprinted rapidly, mentally tracking the time spent in Superman Mode.
His face was as grim as still water, cold light blazing in his eyes. Suddenly sensing something, he spun around to see a black dot rapidly expanding in the distance, growing from nearly invisible to increasingly close...
"What!" Samshit’s expression shifted. "What kind of Superman is he?
His speed is even faster than mine! Before, I thought we were evenly matched.
Could it be he was holding back then?" Thinking this, his apprehension deepened. He didn't dare look back, accelerating his flight.
After they had covered 100 kilometers, Ye Chen rapidly closed the gap and finally caught up to Samshit. Without a word, he activated the Holy Flame Armor within his body—this peak Ghost Treasure could defend against attacks fueled by Ghost Qi up to the Tenth Layer of the Ghost God Realm!
He clenched his hand and retrieved the Xuanyuan Divine Sword from the rune space. Though this sword was merely a clone of the main Xuanyuan Divine Sword, it was also a peak Ghost Treasure, possessing the ability to weaken and suppress Ghost Qi.
"Bastard!" Samshit grit his teeth, roaring, then turned to charge Ye Chen. His spear danced, resembling an enraged dragon baring its fangs and claws, terrifyingly ferocious.
Ye Chen's expression was calm as he executed the first three forms of the Xuanyuan Thirteen Swords! One thrust!
One slash! One chop!
Each form, powered by his immense strength, cut a faint, ephemeral black mark across the void.