Ultragene Warlord Chapter 775: King of the Black Spirits

Chapter 775: King of the Black Spirits

“Break!” Fang Yi howled, facing the base of the pyramid. He furiously poured genetic energy into his spear. Wind and lightning circled around him.

The black ground of the pyramid began to crack, and Fang Yi’s genetic energy seeped into the crevices.

The wheels of time to his back flared with light. There were five of them in all; with his fivefold speedup, Fang Yi quickly turned the black ground red with heat. The cracks propagated, as more and more genetic energy emanated from Fang Yi.

Wind and lightning gathered around the tip of his spear, seemingly turning his entire body into a drill. Another wheel of time emerged from his back, and Fang Yi’s attack speed grew even faster.

“[Floating Clouds]!” The wind and lightning formed a loop around Fang Yi’s body.

“Break!” Fang Yi howled again. The loop of energy dissolved into fragments, boosting his next few attacks and successfully allowing him to break through the ground, which gave way to his rampage.

As he had expected, there was a huge, cavernous space underneath the black pyramid. If the ground were transparent, an inverted pyramid would have been visible directly underneath the exposed pyramid—these “pyramids” weren’t actually pyramids, but rather octahedra.

Fang Yi’s spear broke through countless walls, traps, and black spirits. He dashed straight toward the center of the inverted pyramid, where the black spirits were gathered densely.

This was where they were all hiding!

Black bandages stretched out from the black spirits’ bodies as they tried to stop Fang Yi. However, Fang Yi’s body was crackling with wind and lightning, which formed an inverted cone around his head and body, as though he really were the tip of a drill. He shot forward with such momentum that none of the black spirits’ attacks could touch him, let alone stall him.

The moment Fang Yi entered the inverted pyramid, he could sense a strong presence much like a snake coiled up and waiting to strike, deep below him.

Just sensing the presence alone was enough to make his back drip with sweat. He was certain that the king of the black spirits was located deep within the inverted pyramid.

Wheel after wheel appeared behind Fang Yi’s back. In almost no time at all, he had stacked ten such wheels. With his aura perception, Fang Yi was more or less able to identify where in the pyramid the king of the black spirits was located.

He was heading straight for the apex of the inverted pyramid, directly antipodal to where the purple laser-eye had been situated.

The wheels of time behind him continued to stack more and more as the wind and lightning around him spun faster and faster. No matter how sturdy the walls of the pyramid were, no matter how dangerous the traps they contained, nothing was able to stop Fang Yi’s advance.

As he neared the bottom of the pyramid, however, he found a force opposing him. The wind-and-lightning drill encountered an object of such superlative hardness that it was unable to penetrate it immediately.

That had to be where the king was located!

“[Tiger’s Howl, Dragon’s Bellow]!” Fang Yi’s spear took on the aspect of a dragon of the winds and a storm tiger as he charged forward and burst through the final wall.

A startling amount of black smoke drained out of the hole that Fang Yi had created, but he was protected by the winds around him.

Fang Yi’s aura cleared a path, blocking the smoke from approaching his body.

On the opposite side of the wall was a tomb, with a coffin at its very center. The frightening presence that Fang Yi had sensed came from the coffin.

Fang Yi’s attack shot straight toward the coffin and drilled a hole in it. The tip of Fang Yi’s spear crackled, and the resulting wind and lightning tore the coffin to pieces.

However, even the wind couldn’t penetrate the body within: a mummy with its hands crossed over its chest.

In truth, the black spirits were basically mummies as well, but the mummy in the coffin was wrapped up tightly in the black cloth bandages, whereas the black spirits that were so prevalent outside were wrapped only loosely and haphazardly, with parts of their strange bodies exposed.

The mummy within the coffin was wrapped up so tightly and elegantly that it almost seemed like a piece of art. It held an ankh in its crossed hands, one fashioned in an unusual manner. The loop of the ankh was an inlaid eye, one much like what Fang Yi had seen at the apex of the pyramid.

This eye was golden, and it was so detailed Fang Yi could have believed that it came from a real person.

Fang Yi’s technique struck the mummy’s face, which was covered by a mask. Though Fang Yi’s technique had easily been able to penetrate everything else in the pyramid, the mask held firm against it.

Even when Fang Yi increased the intensity of his attack, the mask stubbornly refused to break.

It was almost as though Fang Yi’s attack was going against the heart of the entire world, which was adamantly protecting the mummy from harm—or rather, the mask that it wore. Was this the proof of kingship?

Fang Yi recalled what Zhang Lie had mentioned. The proof of kingship was protected by the world from material damage. It could only be destroyed if the entire world was destroyed first.

The mask was that proof!

Suddenly, the mummy woke up and opened its eyes. The eyes had no sclera; they were pitch-black, almost as though Fang Yi was looking into the abyss.

Black smoke poured out from the mummy. The ankh’s eye lit up in purple as a beam of light shot into the sky out of the pyramid along the hole from which Fang Yi had burst through.

From the outside, Xing Ying could see a purple beam of light coming from within the pyramid and illuminating the entirety of the night sky. Fang Yi sucked in a breath. Fortunately, he had encountered such a laser before when trying to enter the pyramid.

The moment he saw the mummy’s ankh flash purple, he subconsciously noticed that something was amiss and moved instinctively to avoid the attack.

Two basins lit up with ghostly blue fire, providing enough light that Fang Yi could clearly see the interior of the tomb. On the floor and the ceiling were hieroglyphs with unknown meaning, while murals were carved onto the four walls.

The mummy who wore the proof of kingship as a mask was clearly the king of the black spirits.

“Who dares disturb my sleep?!” the king of the black spirits roared. Black bandages appeared all around him like tentacles.

Despite the mummy’s overwhelming presence, Fang Yi was unruffled. He launched his spear, crackling with wind and lightning, with incredible force. It left dozens of afterimages in all directions, knocking aside the black cloth that threatened to swarm him.

Neither party relented. More wheels of time flashed from Fang Yi’s back, and purple beams of light shot out from the king’s ankh.

Fang Yi evaded with [Floating Clouds]. Simultaneously, he charged his spear with wind and lightning, so bright it made the entire tomb shine as though it were day…