Chapter 515
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Chapter 515: Suppression!
Countless white petals swirled toward Bai Yan, each one capable of draining his energy, emitting a scorching heat that could burn anything in its path.
Simultaneously, the very fabric of space around him began to tear, as if trying to rip him apart.
Bai Yan, now transformed into pixels, raised his head and noticed a massive black life bar hovering above him.
The three “Mr. Xias” stood calmly, patiently waiting for their overconfident opponent to fall.
Then, without warning, another “Bai Yan” materialized before him.
“Three against one seems a bit unfair. How about we make it three against two?”
The two “Bai Yans” exchanged a knowing smile, showing no fear as they faced the three “Mr. Xias.”
It was important to note that these Bai Yans were not the original. After becoming a demigod, Bai Yan could manifest three parasitic incarnations, each as strong as the original. Currently, the real Bai Yan was still inside the “Endless Treasures” dungeon, while another incarnation remained with Mu Ling and Alan.
In the next moment, both the white petals and the tearing space were effortlessly dealt with by the two Bai Yans.
They approached the situation with the mindset of playing a game.
In any game, there is always a way to solve every challenge.
While Mr. Xia was the one who introduced the “gamification,” it didn’t mean Bai Yan couldn’t use it to his advantage. The “World of Gamification” became a playground where a skilled gamer like Bai Yan could excel.
With only two incarnations, Bai Yan already had the upper hand against Mr. Xia.
It was two demigods versus three upper-ranked Apocalypses.
Mr. Xia unleashed a series of gifted abilities, but Bai Yan’s two incarnations effortlessly “gamified” and neutralized every one of them.
Without a doubt… Mr. Xia was overwhelmed.
In a single move, Bai Yan shattered countless techniques.
Mr. Xia was both astonished and furious, unable to understand why Profligate was so powerful. Not only did he reverse the effects of his own “gamification” with ease, but he also neutralized every gifted ability that came his way.
It didn’t matter what type of abilities they were — once transformed into a game, they were solvable by Bai Yan.
As long as it was a game, Bai Yan could conquer it.
Mr. Xia suddenly realized that his opponent might not have used all his strength. After all, Bai Yan could create two incarnations with just the “Connection” of his “upper-ranked Apocalypse.” Since Bai Yan was a demigod, it was possible he still had two more incarnations hidden.
Even without going all out, Bai Yan had completely suppressed him.
Mr. Xia now understood: the “parasitic incarnation” was a talent that became stronger as time went on. And the difference between three upper-ranked Apocalypses and four demigods was enormous.
Although they were only one level apart, the gap between them was insurmountable.
No wonder he couldn’t defeat Bai Yan.
The man with deep eyes quickly regained his composure.
“Not bad, then you are worthy of me unleashing all my power!”
Up until now, he had been fighting with only part of his innate power tied to “summer.”
In reality, he controlled the “fragment of the Hell King” within his body — a different soul that drew power from the depths of hell itself.
Black energy surged around him.
Both The Cursed String Music and Chris felt an overwhelming, suffocating pressure that left them gasping for breath.
“Oh, Stage Two, is it?” Bai Yan chuckled, feeling completely at ease, even excited.
Just recently, Bai Yan had ascended to the level of a quasi-god, and now his strength was multiplied several dozen times — close to a hundred times. If he didn’t have a worthy opponent to test his power, it would be like wearing fine clothes without an occasion to showcase them.
Mr. Xia’s body underwent a tremendous transformation, expanding to a hundred times its size. Dark energy engulfed him, and an endless stream of blackness surged from deep within him.
Bai Yan laughed, “Seems you really don’t understand one thing: in battles, villains who get bigger and uglier tend to die faster!”
But then, Bai Yan sensed something was wrong.
After the blackness surged continuously, Mr. Xia, now enormous, unexpectedly transformed into a massive black sphere, absorbing everything around it.
A black hole.
Bai Yan’s first thought was the term “black hole,” feeling an irresistible pull that made him fear he would be consumed by it.
He quickly turned the “black hole” into a game.
In an instant, falling notes appeared before him, and Bai Yan had to attack them to prevent being sucked in.
It seemed illogical, but in the “World of Gamification,” this was the rule.
“The strength of ‘gamification’ lies in its disregard for real-world logic,” he thought.
One of Bai Yan’s incarnations activated “time pausing” and began attacking the musical notes. As expected, with each strike, Bai Yan’s two incarnations slowly moved away from the “black hole.”
When the time freeze ended, the black hole once again drew attention, but Bai Yan used Babel Tower techniques to shatter the notes and resist its pull.
The “black hole” turned red, and a massive health bar appeared above it.
Bai Yan’s eyes burned with the power of the “Burning White Sun” as he ignited the now red “black hole.” The health bar trembled and slowly decreased.
But Bai Yan quickly became alert.
He realized the “red hole” was the opposite of the black one. Instead of drawing in, it released power outward.
“Oh no!”
Without hesitation, Bai Yan activated “Power Possession – Nightsaber,” vanishing into the dimension of darkness, wielding his invincible moment.
The next moment, a massive burst of energy erupted from the “red hole.”
The “Red Hole” opened a giant portal between a certain level of hell and this dimension, pouring immense energy directly from hell into this world. The impact was devastating, far more terrifying than lava flowing through a ruptured dam.
The energy shockwave tore through the surroundings, incinerating The Cursed String Music, Chris, and Death to ashes.
But Bai Yan’s two incarnations remained unharmed.
Mr. Xia was indeed powerful and could freely use all his innate abilities. But Bai Yan was even stronger!
He could draw upon the power of all Babel Tower members, along with Tactical Cards and Ruin-level Relics, as his trump cards. That’s why he had been unbeatable.
Their battle hadn’t even reached full strength yet.
Bai Yan still held onto the Tactical Cards and Ruin-level Relics, not using them in this battle. He had only been employing two incarnations against Mr. Xia all this time.
When Bai Yan returned to the dimension of shattered ruins, he saw that almost every corner of the World was now covered by The Fire of Purgatory.
This world was being consumed by The Fire of Purgatory.
Bai Yan calmly transformed into the “Fire Armor,” using the Fire that Burns Everything to withstand the Fire of Purgatory.
“You are indeed so strong, Mr. Profligate. You even made me feel afraid. Even this move couldn’t defeat you.”
Bai Yan heard Mr. Xia’s voice, floating in the air nearby. The Fire of Purgatory swirled around, flames dancing and seeming ready to evaporate the sky, but they had no effect on him.
Bai Yan responded calmly, “Your tactics are impressive, terrifyingly direct. Opening a gateway to the underworld to unleash such immense energy… even deities could be harmed. This clash of dimensions will likely cause this dimension to be devoured by the Fire of Purgatory.”
It was like a fish-person attacking a boat. Suddenly, the fish-person punctures the bottom of the boat, using the terrain to unleash a move they couldn’t normally pull off.
Thankfully, Bai Yan had a broad range of skills, able to adapt to any unexpected situation.
“Since that’s the case, I have no choice but to use my final move.”
Mr. Xia sighed. “I originally intended to save it for a stronger enemy… but now I must use it on you. It’s such a waste.”
If they continued like this, Mr. Xia knew the chances of winning would become slimmer. He knew the gap between them.
In the end, he had no choice.
Mr. Xia took out a small, pitch-black box, fitting perfectly in his hand. The moment he held it, an unprecedented pressure began to mount on Bai Yan.
This object…
It was something even Babel Tower could not have predicted, something Bai Yan had never encountered since his arrival here.
Mr. Xia’s voice, laced with seriousness and fear, echoed through the air: “Witness the remains of the Weird Evil!”
But as soon as he spoke, the black box vanished, only to reappear in Bai Yan’s hand.
Mr. Xia froze, shocked.
The power of space… had just shifted.
