svetikya Chapter 311 - 310: A Third Person Is Hiding in the Dark
Chapter 311 - 310: A Third Person Is Hiding in the Dark
"But this mastery of Spatial Power... it’s just too incredible.
It looks like the Human Race Supremacy Association sent more than just Uzi and Qian Jia.
There’s a third person hiding in the shadows.
The one controlling the Spatial Power must be the one who’s been hiding and hasn’t shown their face yet.
The Human Race Supremacy Association is such a pain.
If Uzi, Qian Jia, and that hidden person hadn’t split up to fight,
if the three of them had attacked together, I’m afraid ninety-nine percent of us here would have been killed."
Xiao Cangqing said, annoyed.
What gave him the biggest headache was that he’d gotten tangled up in trouble with the Human Race Supremacy Association.
If that madman Uzi really escaped today,
there was no way the Human Race Supremacy Association would just let things be with Xiao Cangqing.
Chu He merely glanced at Xiao Cangqing out of the corner of his eye.
At least the guy had the bloodline of a Vampire Clan Ancestor flowing through him,
so he could still see the situation clearly enough,
knowing that the person manipulating the Spatial Power had been hiding in the shadows the whole time, never revealing themself.
Under the protection of the pillar of light, Archbishop Guerrero had survived,
but his face had lost its usual ruddy complexion, replaced by an unconcealable pallor.
It was as if all his Life Force had been drained away during that desperate struggle, leaving only exhaustion and weakness.
His eyes still shone with an unyielding light, but the weariness in their depths was like a deep pool, revealing just how arduous and taxing this battle had been for him.
The pillar of light that descended from the heavens had built a defensive line for him, but it was also like a double-edged sword.
While protecting him, it had also severely overdrawn his strength.
This wasn’t just physical exhaustion but a dual burden on his mind and soul,
leaving him barely able to stand. At this rate, even a gentle breeze could probably knock him over.
As for the incomparably holy Angel summoned by the Archbishop, it had now become the most heart-wrenching sacrifice of the battle.
Its radiance, once a symbol of hope and an incarnation of light, was gradually being devoured by a pitch-black rift under the merciless push of the spatial cube.
The rift was like the gaping maw of an abyss from another dimension, opened wide enough to devour all light and goodness.
The Angel’s holy radiance seemed so insignificant within this boundless darkness. They intertwined, yet were utterly incompatible, creating a heartbreaking contrast.
As the Angel vanished completely, the pitch-black spatial rift, having fulfilled its purpose, began to slowly close.
At the edges of the rift, darkness and light intertwined, forming distorted ribbons of light and shadow—a boundary between the abyss and Heaven that inspired both awe and terror.
Finally, when the rift closed completely, everything seemed to return to normal. But the tension, unease, and heavy sorrow lingering in the air refused to dissipate.
Protected by the pillar of light, Archbishop Guerrero descended from the sky.
The moment he landed, his knees buckled and his footing was unsteady; he nearly fell to the ground.
He only managed to keep himself from collapsing by sheer force of will.
Killing that insolent Qian Jia should have been a sure thing,
but then someone had interfered from the shadows at the last second.
If Archbishop Guerrero’s willpower wasn’t so strong, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
Although Guerrero now stood weakly on the ground, he didn’t even have the strength to move his feet or take a few steps forward.
"Don’t drag this out any longer.
There are many experts present. If we delay, things could get complicated."
The person who had manipulated space spoke again.
"I know," Qian Jia said, nodding.
Qian Jia was also well aware of her own fatal flaw.
Her remote-controlled attacks were nearly invincible and difficult to block or defend against.
But if someone got close to her, Qian Jia was the one who would most likely die.
Qian Jia also knew the current situation was not in her favor.
After all, other experts were watching like predators, such as the young monk in white robes below,
and Chu He, whose name was already famous across Blue Star.
If all these experts were to join the fight,
targeting their Human Race Supremacy Association, then escaping would probably be much more difficult.
"Don’t you forget about me!"
Uzi was still being firmly suppressed by Chu He’s power, embedded in the ground and unable to move.
Seeing that Qian Jia and his other companion had decided to withdraw from the Black Continent Grassland,
Uzi immediately shouted a reminder, his face contorted in a savage glare at Chu He and Xiao Cangqing. "The next time I show up, you’ll be the ones to die."
Xiao Cangqing shuddered. He gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.
He probably wasn’t a match for any of the three from the Human Race Supremacy Association who had appeared.
From the looks of it, Uzi had definitely set his sights on him.
The problem was that this guy’s body was just too strange.
To Xiao Cangqing, his physical defense was practically invincible.
Xiao Cangqing had tried everything he could think of but couldn’t break through the man’s defense.
The next time Uzi evolved, Xiao Cangqing’s only fate would be to be utterly crushed and killed.
Uzi lay there quietly when, suddenly, a thin black rift, like the deepest nightmare, began to spread silently beneath him.
The rift carried an indescribable chill and a sense of the unknown, slowly tearing at the fabric of reality.
As the rift expanded, invisible forces surged all around.
Space itself seemed to tremble, letting out low, strange moans.
In that moment where chaos and confusion intertwined, a pale, slender hand slowly reached out from the depths of the rift.
The fingertips of this hand gently touched the invisible shackles binding Uzi.
Instantly, an intense spatial fluctuation erupted from it as the epicenter, surging outwards.
This fluctuation wasn’t just a distortion and restructuring of space, but a subversion of and challenge to the existing order.
It battered Uzi’s restraints like a raging tempest.
Gradually, the once-unbreakable restraints began to show cracks.
Under the effect of this power, Uzi’s body gradually regained its freedom of movement.
He slowly sat up, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into a meaningful, cold smile.
That smile held both an anticipation for the coming unknown and a mockery of his past confinement.
He stood up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic spatial fluctuations, aimed straight at Chu He and Xiao Cangqing.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Uzi strode directly toward the black rift.
The hand that had reached out earlier silently retracted back into the rift,
as if it had completed an important mission and returned to the world to which it belonged.
"Since you hate me that much, you can just stay here forever."
Chu He wasn’t about to let a tiger back into the mountains, even though he was already incredibly powerful himself.
Uzi possessed the ability to evolve simply by devouring things.
No one could guarantee what level Uzi’s power would reach the next time he appeared.
Chu He suddenly raised his hand. In his palm, streams of black and white light began to intertwine,
like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky, yet they carried a destructive power that could not be underestimated.
The light—the black deep, the white dazzling—spun madly in Chu He’s palm,
forming a heart-stopping vortex.
With a wave of Chu He’s arm, this vortex shot howling toward the black rift.
At that moment, the black rift sensed the threat, and the space at its edges began to fluctuate violently.
The intertwining black and white light instantly pierced the rift’s barrier, boring into it like an enraged dragon.