Chapter 483: A Xing's Heart...?

The Black-robed Man's pupils suddenly contracted!

He vanished from the spot in an instant!

The next second, those fish shadows pounced on the spot where he had just been crouching!

Boom—!!!

The rooftop of the entire building was shattered by the fish shadows!

Deep green mist instantly spread, corroding everything!

The reinforced concrete hissed in the mist, spewing acrid white smoke!

The Black-robed Man appeared atop another building.

He turned his head to glance at the building, now riddled with corrosion, and his breathing beneath the Mask grew even more rapid.

He realized that this woman was very dangerous.

That fish was even more dangerous.

But he did not retreat.

But before he could think further, A Xing had already moved.

She had, at some point, already chased after him, wielding a baseball bat, and charged at him expressionlessly!

The Black-robed Man's gaze hardened.

He raised his hand, and black magic surged from his body.

Shana, countless black tendrils suddenly erupted from the surrounding ruins, from cracks in the ground, and from the shadows of the buildings!

They writhed like poisonous snakes, lunging at A Xing from all directions!

A Xing halted.

She held a baseball bat in one hand and a Salted Fish in the other.

She swung both hands, sweeping the baseball bat horizontally, and chopping the Salted Fish vertically!

Snap!

A tendril attacked from behind, but A Xing didn't turn her head; she flicked the Salted Fish backward, and the tendril instantly turned into black smoke!

Three tendrils simultaneously assaulted from the left, right, and above; A Xing's body spun, the baseball bat traced a perfect circle, and the three tendrils snapped at once!

The tendrils surged like tides, yet A Xing was like a reef in a storm, unmoved no matter how the wind and waves battered her!

The Black-robed Man saw the ranged attack was ineffective, and the red light beneath his Mask flickered a few times.

He made a decision.

He raised his right hand.

That hand began to change—its skin turned ash‑white, muscles swelled, bones elongated, and the entire arm twisted and extended like a snake!

In the blink of an eye, that hand stretched out dozens of meters, resembling a bizarre tendril, lunging straight at A Xing!

The palm opened, five fingers like claws, reaching for A Xing's chest!

A Xing's pupils narrowed slightly!

She reacted swiftly, smashing the baseball bat hard at that palm!

Bang!

The palm was struck off course, quickly recoiled, and returned to its normal length.

But that was enough.

The scarlet pattern on the Black-robed Man's Mask flared up suddenly!

He lifted that hand, palm facing upward.

Above the palm, a phantom image slowly materialized—

It is...

A Xing's heart...?

No.

The Black-robed Man was stunned.

He stared at the phantom in his hand, his expression beneath the Mask a blank stare.

What is that?

Logically, having used Delusional Heart Sound, he should have projected a mirror image of the target's heart from within.

It should have been a bright red, still beating heart.

But the one in his hand now...

It was a sphere emitting a dim golden glow.

Not large, only fist‑sized, yet its surface bore strange light patterns that pulsed faintly as if alive.

The glow was deep and mysterious, as if containing endless power.

Black-robed Man: '…'

(What is this thing?)

(Is this what a human heart looks like?)

(No! This is definitely not a heart!)

A Xing looked down at the glowing sphere in his hand, her eyes flickering slightly.

It is a Star Core.

The Star Core within her.

She didn't know what method the Black-robed Man used, yet he could project the Star Core.

But her instinct told her—

Not good.

Very not good.

She could feel that there was some connection between herself and that light sphere.

If that light sphere were destroyed, she would definitely be in big trouble!

The Black-robed Man also realized this.

Although he didn't know what the dark‑golden sphere was, from the opponent's instantly changing eyes, this thing was definitely important!

Whatever it is, just crush it!

The Black-robed Man brought his five fingers together, preparing to crush the illusion in his hand!

At this Shana—

A terrifying sense of danger surged from the side!

The Black-robed Man's pupils suddenly contracted!

He snapped his head around—

A figure burning with purple‑black Flame, in a flying‑kick pose, descended from the sky!

Berserker!

It had at some point left Jing Yuan's battlefield, crossed several hundred meters at astonishing speed, and precisely aimed at the Black-robed Man's position!

The Black-robed Man had no time to think!

Because that burning figure had already slammed into him!

"Boom—!!!"

The three‑story building exploded instantly!

The shockwave swept everything away!

Debris flew, smoke rose to the heavens!

Berserker's feet stomped hard on the Black-robed Man, crushing the whole building together with him!

From the third floor down to the first, from the first down to the Basement!

"Rumble—!!!"

The ground collapsed, forming a pit over ten meters in diameter!

The dust gradually cleared.

At the pit's bottom, Berserker knelt on one knee, one foot pressing on the Black-robed Man.

Purple‑black Flame burned around it, illuminating everything nearby.

The Black-robed Man lay at the pit's bottom, his tattered black robe soaked with purple Flame.

Those flames burned on his body, corroding him.

He struggled desperately, but Berserker's foot pressed on him like a mountain, unmoving.

The dark‑golden illusion in his hand had already vanished the instant Berserker struck down.

Berserker lowered its head, the V‑shaped red light under the helmet fixed on him.

No words.

No expression.

Only that cold stare.

Then—

Berserker lifted its foot and drove it down hard!

"Boom!"

The gust of air burst!

The Black-robed Man's body shattered completely under that kick, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

Dead beyond death.

Berserker slowly retracted its foot and stood up.

The flames on its body still burned, its aura still wildly terrifying.

Yet it did not leave.

It turned its head and looked toward a direction.

There, A Xing stood at the edge of the ruins, still holding a baseball bat and Salted Fish, expressionless, staring at it.

The two locked eyes.

A Xing's eyes remained hollow, yet something seemed to flicker faintly within them.

(This big guy... why is he helping me?)

(Isn't he fighting that white‑haired one?)

Berserker stared at her for a few seconds.

Then it lifted its head and looked toward another direction.

A Xing followed its gaze—

In the distance, mid‑air, a golden figure floated silently.

White hair, golden eyes, long spear.

It was Jing Yuan.

The sky behind him was now shrouded by a massive golden light.

That light coalesced into a near‑hundred‑meter‑tall illusion—

Golden sovereign flame, burning thunder, a silhouette as majestic as a divine general!

The phantom held a massive spear, its tip pointing down, aiming at this side.

Golden light that hurt the eyes swirled along the spear shaft, while crackling lightning surrounded it.

Even though it was merely a phantom, it exuded a terrifying pressure that could make heaven and earth change color!

Chief of the Divine Sky Thunder Hall, Thunder‑Driving, Lightning‑Snatching, Demon‑Pursuing, Filth‑Sweeping Heavenly Lord.

Abbreviated—Divine Lord.

Although it was only a phantom, and although it had been weakened to the extreme by the world's Rule, it was still the Divine Lord.

That was still the power of the Immortal Ship General, enough to make any being shiver!

A Xing watched the massive golden phantom, eyes flickering slightly.

(So big.)

(So bright.)

(So... dazzling.)

She shifted her gaze expressionlessly.

Berserker watched the phantom, the red light under his helmet flickering erratically.