Chapter: 58. Reversed Position
At the same time.
On the other side of the island, the sky darkened, and the dusk light slowly flowed like blood.
Azure lightning tore through the heavy clouds, weaving dazzling blue and white electric streaks in the sky, while the golden afterglow spilled from the broken cloud layers, coating the earth with a layer of sacred yet eerie brilliance.
In the depths of the mist-filled forest, a massive silhouette, resembling a small mountain, slowly emerged from the sea of fog.
Its white fur was as pure as snow, but at the tips of its hair, faint blue arcs of electricity danced like entwined thunder.
The pseudo-god, White Spirit, embodying three powers, appeared in a brand new form.
Nine broad and supple tails swayed gently in the air, each movement stirring up mist that flowed like water, resembling a gauze curtain unfurling at dusk. Wherever its four hooves touched the ground, white mist churned, and the earth trembled, as if the world awakened with the arrival of the deity.
The pseudo-god, White Spirit, slowly raised its head, its eyes burning like rubies, reflecting a blood-colored divine light.
It opened its massive mouth and let out a low roar, the sound reverberating like thunder and waves, resonating across the island.
“gaaaaaa——!!!”
In the next moment—
A bolt of lightning suddenly fell.
Hundreds and thousands of azure thunderbolts, like spears of divine wrath, descended from the sky, piercing the ground and striking the X-level psychics hidden in the mist.
A few X-level psychics, caught off guard, were swallowed by the overwhelming lightning and chaotic mist.
“Three powers… is it?”
The leader, a calm man, gazed at the towering pseudo-god, White Spirit, without a hint of wavering in his tone.
As a psychic who had once experienced “the last era,” he was accustomed to powerful beings.
Three trifling powers were not enough to move him.
After all, they had faced the “Elemental Sovereign” who wielded twelve powers atop the sacred altar.
Even the true “gods” had failed to make them submit, so how could they fear this fantasy creature before them?
As it stood now.
Even a pseudo-god, White Spirit, possessing the powers of mist, dusk, and azure thunder, could not stir the slightest ripple in their hearts.
In the next moment.
Azure thunder poured down from the heavens, and white mist swirled upwards, resembling a doomsday scene where heaven and earth converged.
However, the experienced X-level psychics were entirely unflustered.
They quickly deciphered White Spirit’s attack patterns and methods.
Under the command of the leader, the X-level psychics worked together seamlessly, rapidly diminishing the pseudo-god White Spirit’s offensive power.
Realizing it was gradually at a disadvantage, the pseudo-god White Spirit had no choice but to abandon targeted attacks on individual X-level psychics and resort to all-encompassing area attacks.
Waves of impact formed by the intermingling of azure thunder and mist inundated them like surging tsunamis.
That was its last struggle.
However, for the X-level psychics, such attacks were ultimately futile.
Time and again, through coordinated assault after coordinated assault, they forced the enormous body of White Spirit back. The explosive sparks generated by the convergence of magical power illuminated the pale silhouette within the mist.
The pseudo-god White Spirit, resembling a small mountain, finally crashed to the ground.
It struggled to rise, its body covered in rips and burns, blood staining its pure white fur, with lightning dancing wildly among its wounds.
And the remnants of the setting sun at dusk shone down upon it again and again, repeatedly repairing its battered body and dragging it back to the brink of life and death.
—That was the power of the dusk authority.
However, this power had also reached its limit.
When the leader unleashed the shining cross of light at the center of the pseudo-god White Spirit’s body—
The pseudo-god White Spirit fell into a pool of blood with a final, mournful cry.
Its originally pure and flawless white fur had been almost entirely burned away, its body twisted and shattered, and the remaining magical energy reaction gradually dissipated like mist.
“Is this all there is?”
Floating in mid-air, the leader spoke calmly, with a trace of barely perceptible disdain.
He looked down at the remnants of the pseudo-god White Spirit, his expression cold as ice, showing no sign of wavering.
At that moment,
a report came from his communicator: “The S-level Dark Flame King, along with three women accompanying him, has been completely eliminated.”
“The information is confirmed— the current Dark Flame King is indeed just an ordinary person.”
It appeared that the psychic squad deployed on the outskirts of the island had successfully caught up with the S-level psychics attempting to escape using the mist.
Since the most threatening Dark Flame King was now just an ordinary person,
the victory of his squad was beyond doubt.
“Hmph, ultimately just a futile struggle.”
He cast a glance at the fallen remains of the pseudo-god White Spirit, curling his lips into a cold smile, then intended to proactively report the latest situation to the Project Light—
But the next moment, the communicator chimed in first.
“The target has been eliminated; the primary objective has been accomplished.”
From the other end of the headset came the usual icy voice of Project Light.
“Target”—no need to ask; it referred to Tiancheng Chongguang.
Although the leader was unsure why Project Light insisted on killing him, he never questioned the significance of the orders.
“With this, everything is over.”
He raised his head, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.
“Next, all that’s left is to kill everyone remaining on the island before Captain Yangxiang can intervene.”
The leader’s tone was as indifferent as if he were merely carrying out a routine clean-up.
He turned to issue commands to the surrounding X-level psychics, then slowly descended from the air, stepping toward the island’s stronghold.
But he failed to notice—
A wisp of faint white smoke silently coiled around him.
As if a natural part of the air.
The white mist thickened, stealthily enveloping the figure he turned away from.
In front of his line of sight—
The pseudo-god White Spirit stood proudly.
The authority of mist.
“Project Light… is it?”
The pseudo-god White Spirit slightly parted its lips, the sound overlapping with two completely different vocals, DD-chan and Yui, echoing.
Using the authority of the mist, it ensnared the X-level psychics in the area in an illusion, attempting to steal more information from their illusions.
In a direct confrontation, it might not necessarily fare well against so many X-level psychics.
But using the advantage of information disparity to temporarily confuse them with illusions and buy time to escape was still achievable.
After discovering the identity of the puppet master, the pseudo-god White Spirit intended to retreat immediately and rendezvous with Maria and others to relay this information.
However—
Just as it turned to leave, a blinding arc of purple-black light suddenly streaked across the sky, plummeting like a meteor, aimed straight at its heart.
A dangerous premonition pierced its mind like a sharp stab. The pseudo-god White Spirit instantly became alert, forcibly twisting its massive body in an attempt to use the authority of azure thunder as a barrier to block.
But that starry ray’s speed far exceeded its prediction.
In the next moment, the violet-black starlight collided head-on with its body, bursting out like ripples on a water surface, shaking outward in all directions.
The illusion constructed by the mist shattered, crumbling like glass, and its mountain-like body crashed to the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently, kicking up clouds of dust.
“Such a nostalgic magical reaction… pseudo-god White Spirit.”
A cold voice echoed from the sky.
The newcomer hovered high above, her long hair flowing like a waterfall of platinum, waving in the hot wind at high altitudes. Each strand seemed to be forged of light, reflecting the golden afterglow cast by the setting sun, radiating a sacred yet inviolable aura.
Her eyes, deep as rubies, coldly regarded the pseudo-god White Spirit below.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, even the dust drifting in the air lost its direction of flow.
This familiar scene made the pseudo-god White Spirit feel as if it had returned to the city of Chuanye years ago.
It faced Yangxiang Mana once again.
But the other party was no longer that frail ordinary person.
At this moment, she was not just an X-level psychic standing at the pinnacle of psychics but also the leader of this X-level squad.
The purple-black starlight flickered in the depths of her pupils.
And it synchronously met the pseudo-god White Spirit’s crimson gaze.
But this time.
Their positions seemed to have completely reversed from that encounter in Chuanye City.
