Chapter Sixty-Two: Turning the Tables

A thought flashed through Yue Longze's mind. The sheath of the Cloud Sword shimmered and instantly appeared in his silver left hand. At the same time, the blade of the Cloud Sword, which had been thrown away by Camilla using the Dark Divine Sword, flew back into the sheath in an instant. His right hand was already poised above the hilt.

Sword-drawing technique!

The Cloud Sword emerged from its sheath with the force of thunder, its power reaching its peak the moment it was drawn, accompanied by a buzzing sound like thunder.

With a dazzling and terrifying silver flash, Camilla—who had just been in a position of dominance—suddenly had a clear, massive crack running across her abdomen, from which spectacular, multicolored sparks began to gush wildly.

That was the blood of giants!

"What a terrifying sword…"

Hitra and Daram, who had been watching with a casual attitude, now found themselves unsettled. Their arms, previously folded across their chests, dropped to their sides.

Standing straight in that dim, chaotic realm of consciousness, two figures—one purple, one red—shot up, swiftly heading toward the battlefield where Yue Longze and Camilla were locked in combat.

Yue Longze sheathed the Cloud Sword, coldly observing Camilla, who was clutching her abdomen in agony, and murmured,

"Seems luck isn't on your side."

Seeing Camilla, who was now almost powerless to resist, Yue Longze reached once more for the sword hilt, ready to finish her with another deadly sword-drawing strike.

Truthfully, Yue Longze bore no personal hatred against Camilla and the others of this time and space. Though they might become scourges upon the world in the future, taking the initiative to kill them now gave him a pang of guilt.

Even if this was only a realm of consciousness, and the one slain would only be Camilla's mind, a body without consciousness was no different from death.

The metallic scrape of the Cloud Sword being drawn echoed clearly in the deathly silence of the shadowed consciousness space. To Camilla, it sounded like the call of death itself.

An explosion—a stream of lava-colored light, brimming with savage strength, struck aside Yue Longze's sure-kill sword at the critical moment.

It was Daram's finishing move—Ultimate Blaze!

The prototype of the powerful warrior Tiga Ultraman’s finishing technique, Dira Shium Light Stream!

The Cloud Sword, glowing blue against Yue Longze's chest, was sent flying along with its wielder some twenty meters away!

Regaining his footing, Yue Longze glanced at the slender Cloud Sword in his hand with concern. Daram’s finishing light stream had struck the sword at full force!

Fortunately, the Cloud Sword still radiated its silver glow, its brilliance intact. Yue Longze breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course—this was the Divine Sword of Heaven, the Cloud Sword. How could it be easily damaged?

Camilla cast a grateful glance at Daram, who had just saved her life, then slowly rose with Hitra’s support.

The multicolored sparks that had been gushing from her abdomen gradually subsided, indicating her wound was healing.

"What a pity," Yue Longze whispered, caressing his beloved sword. The blue glow from his timer reflected off the silver-wrapped blade, making the Cloud Sword appear even more imposing.

Daram and Hitra exchanged a look, their years of camaraderie allowing them to sense each other's thoughts.

Their massive bodies instantly gathered energy, launching themselves ferociously at Yue Longze.

"Be careful of that sword!"

Camilla warned, sensing that the peculiar blade had elevated Yue Longze’s fighting strength to a whole new level.

Especially that last move—it had made her heart tremble.

If he were unarmed, she was certain she could subdue him!

As Camilla spoke, Hitra and Daram had already engaged Yue Longze in battle.

Hitra’s black dagger, held at her right wrist, repeatedly swept dangerously close to Yue Longze’s throat, while Daram’s direct and wild attacks kept him in constant peril.

Faced with their coordinated assault, Yue Longze was under far greater pressure than when fighting Camilla alone.

A deep blue wave of energy struck Yue Longze’s chest, sending up a puff of white smoke—but the black-patterned armor on his chest absorbed some of the impact.

Yue Longze staggered.

"How dare you let our boss get hurt?" Hitra’s sharp, caustic voice rang out in the consciousness realm.

Panting, Yue Longze’s chest rose and fell slightly. He remained silent, tightening his grip on the Cloud Sword wrapped in silver light, and fixed a cold gaze on Hitra and Daram.

As time passed, Camilla’s wounds steadily healed. Her abdomen had stopped bleeding, though she was still weak. Yet she now had enough strength to fight, albeit barely.

"The situation isn’t looking good…" Yue Longze exhaled deeply, warning himself not to panic.

To lose composure was to lose utterly.

Daram, the warrior of strength, was taciturn. Facing the equally silent Yue Longze, the fiery-red Daram continued his savage assault.

"Heiya!" Seeing Daram rush forward with a raised fist, Yue Longze responded in kind, meeting him head-on with his own right fist.

He abandoned the Cloud Sword—facing the unarmed Daram, he intended to engage in pure hand-to-hand combat.

It wasn’t arrogance—though he held the Cloud Sword, against Daram and Hitra’s perfectly coordinated attacks, Yue Longze was at a disadvantage.

Better to relinquish the sword, lull them further into complacency, and when they exposed a weakness, strike with a finishing move.

Two fists, shining with bright light and hard as ice, collided fiercely, producing a dull sound that seemed to send invisible shockwaves through one’s heart.

Against a powerhouse like Daram, Yue Longze was inevitably forced back. Daram was also shaken, but retreated a noticeably shorter distance.

Yue Longze sighed inwardly—his physical prowess still needed improvement.

He couldn’t match Daram’s speed, nor Hitra’s agility.

If it were a one-on-one duel, Yue Longze was confident he could exploit their weaknesses and defeat them individually. But together, their perfect combination of strength and speed left him helpless.

Daram charged again, recklessly and without regard for his own safety. Yue Longze had no intention of taking the attack head-on; he sidestepped, dodging Daram’s blow and landing a heavy elbow strike in return.

Daram winced in pain—speed wasn’t his forte, and such nimble attacks were a disadvantage for him.

But now Hitra moved, using her agility to attack Yue Longze from all directions. Though her blows lacked force, the harassment greatly disrupted his focus, and Daram rejoined the fray.

Perhaps there's no strongest individual, but there is the strongest cooperation.

Daram and Hitra embodied this perfectly.

Yue Longze did not counterattack, only defending, as their relentless assault battered him.

Gradually, Daram and Hitra relaxed, no longer so vigilant, sensing that Yue Longze was growing weaker.

"Die."

After enduring their attacks for a time, Yue Longze saw their guard drop and silently recited the words in his heart. The Cloud Sword, with its sheath, instantly appeared in his right hand.

A flash of silver—Daram’s chest armor was shattered, and rainbow sparks sprayed furiously into the sky from his right chest, resembling a magnificent, romantic firework from afar.

Who would have guessed, that was the blood of giants.

"Daram!"

Hitra gazed at the fallen Daram, clutching his chest in agony, her voice filled with fury.

"Cough… Didn’t I tell you to be wary of his sword?"

Still weak, Camilla staggered forward, placing her hand on Daram’s wound to help him heal.

"It’s not over yet!"

Yue Longze shouted, leaping high, flipping through the air as the darkness Zai Pelio was gathered, firing it at the wounded Camilla and Daram.

A blue figure darted in front of Camilla and Daram.

It was Hitra.

Bang!

Black rays, like sharp arrows, instantly pierced Hitra’s body.

Hitra’s blue form collapsed slowly. Her timer went dark the moment she was struck, her eyes dimmed, and her body began to crack at a visible pace.

"Hitra!"

Daram, forcing himself to stand despite his injury, glared at the mysterious warrior alongside Camilla, both furious.

"Our plan to destroy humanity hasn’t even begun, and you’ve already fallen?"

Hitra’s consciousness was gone, a shell left behind for the outside world. Daram shouted in disbelief at the corpse, now fractured into blue shards.

"So you still want to destroy humanity?"

The guilt Yue Longze had felt vanished completely. After all, he had no personal enmity with them, and taking their lives just to absorb their energy had always been a difficult barrier for him.

But now, he felt relieved.

…

Yue Longze’s timer began to flicker—his time was running out.