Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1695: Talking Ladyʼs strength

Since the earlier catʼs meow could penetrate the light screen, when the Youth Army and many others suddenly heard this melody, they instinctively covered their ears or tried to shut off their senses.

Even though the melody carried an indescribable elegance and beauty.

They were somewhat afraid.

The same went for the Female Guard warriors, though compared to the Youth Army covering their ears, their mental resilience was stronger—they only needed to be slightly cautious.

Only a few top-tier figures, confident in their own strength or mental fortitude, dared listen to this melody without any defenses.

Deep down, they wanted to test whether they could withstand this kind of mental attack.

As the Talking Lady hummed, the Guardian Beast showed no signs of slowing down, daze, or other negative effects. The other spectators also felt no discomfort.

Just as everyone was puzzled, the light screen changed.

The sharp, glass-like object that had erupted from the ground earlier suddenly exploded, scattering tiny crystal shards into the surrounding space.

Strangely, upon closer inspection, not a single one of these small crystals hit the Guardian Beast.
Yet this did not hinder the abilityʼs activation. Only when it fully manifested did everyone understand why.

The Guardian Beast was strong—so strong that even Ye Zhongming himself wasn’t confident he could defeat it. After all, he had bought it to trick Gyanendra, so how could it not be powerful enough to make the Western Asia Saint back down?

But faced with the Talking Lady and the black cat’s unorthodox fighting style, it was at a loss.

To outsiders, it now appeared sluggish and slow.

In response to the Talking Lady’s chant and the exploding ice crystals, it merely took a single step forward.

This was not the reaction expected of a top-tier lifeform.

Only the Guardian Beast itself knew why.

The black cat’s initial meow had been an extremely powerful mental attack. It was only because the Guardian Beast was high-level and its strength had doubled that it didn’t fall into complete chaos.

But its mind was in agony. The fact that it could tear open space to hide and evade attacks was already a display of its top-tier strength.

Any other lifeform would have been paralyzed and instantly killed by the black cat’s strike.

Yet who could have predicted that the Talking Lady’s attack would shatter the spatial rift, completely stripping the Guardian Beast of its initiative?

The black cat’s attack landed fully, leaving wounds all over its body. As for how its opponent accurately located it and blasted it out of the spatial rift—only heaven knew. The Guardian Beast certainly couldn’t figure it out.

Then came that soft chant, which instantly lengthened the wounds.

It was an excruciating pain, as if its skin were being torn apart. Despite its strength and rapid healing, it couldn’t suppress the agony.

And that wasn’t all. Once the wounds deepened, the Guardian Beast fell into violent convulsions. It wanted to move but found it extremely difficult; it wanted to counterattack, but its energy was in complete disarray.

As if poisoned.

This state didn’t last long—the Guardian Beast’s level meant it couldn’t be restrained by any attack indefinitely.

But its opponents were also top-tier. Even this brief moment of confusion was enough for them to do plenty.

At a certain point, the scattered ice crystals suddenly froze midair. If not for the black cat, the Talking Lady, and the Guardian Beast still moving, the spectators might have thought time had stopped.

The next moment, the ice crystals ”bloomed.”

The scene resembled ice forming under a macro lens—spreading from nodes, expanding from points to surfaces.

Soon, the Guardian Beast was ”frozen” within this crystalline state.

The black cat, now a projectile, slammed into the crystallized Guardian Beast. The ice shattered as the cat pierced straight through, leaving a horrific gaping hole.

Gasps rose from several bright stars—some marveling at the black cat’s sheer power to penetrate the Guardian Beast’s clearly formidable defenses, others stunned by the flawless coordination between the woman and the cat.

From the start of the battle, their movements had been seamless, as if everything had been prearranged. Every action, every reaction, even the Guardian Beast’s responses, seemed calculated.

The Guardian Beast of Bright Star No. 7, which any team would dread facing, had been grievously wounded before it could even fight back.

But this wasn’t the end.

The Talking Lady made another sound—this time not a hum or a melody, but a short, piercing scream.

The shattered ice crystals instantly reaggregated… right where the Guardian Beast’s body had been pierced.

A massive ice pillar now impaled the Guardian Beast.

Just as everyone expected the Talking Lady and the black cat to press the attack, the two swiftly retreated from opposite sides.

Meanwhile, the ice pillar piercing the Guardian Beast rapidly shrank from both ends toward the center, soon matching the thickness of its body.

It looked as if the wound had been plugged with ice.

But everyone knew this was no good sign—including the Guardian Beast. Its freed forelimbs lashed out like lightning, trying to smash the crystal out of its body.

This wasn’t wrong—it was instinct. Just as one would immediately pull out a splinter, the first reaction was to remove the foreign object.

But before its limbs could strike the ice, an explosion occurred.

Even through the light screen, everyone could feel the tremors.

The force was terrifying. No wonder the woman and the cat had retreated.

Purple blood and flesh filled the light screen. When the debris settled seconds later, what remained was a Guardian Beast missing half its body, its black bones exposed in multiple places.

It wasn’t dead yet.

The Guardian Beast’s eyes burned crimson. Despite its grievous injuries, it had protected its head. Now, on the verge of death, it prepared to unleash its strongest attack.

It was certain—if this strike landed, its enemies would die with it!

But before it could activate its ability, it saw its opponent swing her hands toward it from a distance, then pull back. The Guardian Beast felt something being ripped from its body. It didn’t care—it no longer needed its body, so long as it could attack.

Yet suddenly, it felt cold and dark. It lost the last vestiges of control over its body. Before fading completely, it saw itself moving closer to its enemy, soon landing in her hands.

The beautiful human smiled at it, then clenched her fist.

The Guardian Beast knew nothing more.