The Creatures That We Are-Chapter 1222: Empress’s Judgment

The shadow soldiers poured out toward Wang Zikai like the sharp strokes of calligraphy on the vast golden paper. Wang Zikai clenched his right fist. Two bone stings extended from his knuckles, running several times longer than they had been before his awakening. From afar, the bone stings and their strange glow looked like a lightsaber.

Dragging it across the mirror surface, Wang Zikai slowly walked toward the legion of shadows.

The first soldier swung a giant axe at Wang Zikai’s face with its burly build. A fleeting thin red arc flashed like the afterimage seen when rubbing one’s eyes. It was a move too quick to be captured.

The soldier looked like a stutter in frames. Then it spilled into ink away from Wang Zikai.

While invisible, Hong Xiaoxiao felt a chilling stab of pain. The destruction caused a backlash against the master of the shadow soldiers. She steadied herself and continued to manipulate her legion.

The splattered ink quickly re-emerged into humanoid form and charged at Wang Zikai once more. The other shadow soldiers each made their moves, too.

Wang Zikai strolled along, his right arm turning into grey afterimages as red arcs flashed around him. Every flash was a precise attack with energy ripples that destroyed the shadow soldiers while keeping the splattering potent poison away from him. The shadow crumbled and reshaped before crumbling once more like recycled ink. Every death was a blow to their master.

Gradually, the shadow soldiers began to lose their shapes. The powerful calligraphy became wonky graffiti. While they continued to occupy Wang Zikai, their goal was no longer attacking him, but buying time.

A giant three-dimensional skull had formed above them, opening its mouth to swallow Wang Zikai and the shadow soldiers.

Wang Zikai stopped and frowned. Right, mosquitoes stung.

Thump. Potent energy exploded from his chest. Following the heartbeat that could instill despair in all living creatures, the space around him halted for an impossible moment.

And the fleeting moment was long enough.

Wang Zikai’s bone stings elongated by several hundred times and threaded through all the shadow soldiers in the form of a flexible line of red light, pinning them in place. Then instantly, the thread retracted back into his fist.

The eighteen soldiers exploded at the same time, splattering into ink that pushed the descending skull away.

Blood splattered in the air a hundred meters from Wang Zikai—the invisible Hong Xiaoxiao crumbled under the backlash.

Wang Zikai smirked. There you are.

He charged at Hong Xiaoxiao; it was evident that the Mirror of Pride was a burden to him, or he could’ve made it to Hong Xiaoxiao in the blink of an eye.

“Fuck off!” Gregor growled with all his remaining energy. The soundwaves unleashed by Lion Roar shot toward Wang Zikai and left large patterns on the golden mirror, yet that didn’t slow Wang Zikai down at all. A storm powerful enough to uproot trees was but a pleasant breeze rustling branches to him.

Wang Zikai’s bone stings stabbed into air. Crimson bloomed. Then the target of the stab emerged: Gregor narrowed his blinded eyes, blood gushing out of his mouth to cover his ashen face. But he was smiling.

His hair grew dramatically and wound around Wang Zikai like steel cables. Unfazed, Wang Zikai moved to shatter the hair, but then his eyes darkened.

Hong Xiaoxiao hadn’t run away. She had deactivated Gregor’s invisibility to make it seem like she had abandoned him; Gregor’s resistance had been a feint.

She dropped down and grabbed Wang Zikai’s feet, grappling them with Phantom.

“Time Reset!”

A white Mobius strip appeared beneath their feet. It shimmered and unleashed dense arrays of white glowing tentacles, grappling all three of them.

Wasted effort.

To Wang Zikai, it was just another mosquito for him to swat.

Suddenly, his eyes darted upward. Something tremendous was falling from above—Nainai, at her maximum size.

Earlier, Nainai and Adept Horse had been suspended in the air, struggling to resist the gravity of the Mirror of Pride. They watched as White Dew died in humiliation. In their rage, they came to the same realization: although it seemed like they would be more flexible separated, they were only giving Wang Zikai a chance to take them out one by one.

While fighting together might not lead them to victory, moving separately led to certain death.

They exchanged a glance, seeing the resolve to give their lives in each other’s eyes.

They had one chance!

They twisted their rings at the same time. At the right timing, they stopped resisting the mirror’s pull, plunging down at accelerated speed.

Nainai activated level 7 Scale, her petite form transforming into a massive giant in three seconds, stomping toward the golden mirror. Adept Horse, standing on her palm, was no taller than her pinky.

The giant held her hands around him. With blood streaking down from the corners of his mouth, Adept Horse smiled wryly and shouted, “Supersize...Sword of Light!”

He had wanted to make a cool declaration, but alas, he couldn’t think of a better name for the move.

At the price of his life, he used up all his energy to gather the light elements within his one-kilometer radius. The world dimmed like a grey veil had blanketed it. The light gathered toward giant Nainai’s palms.

A hundred-meter-long greatsword of light elements whooshed into shape in her grip. She held Adept Horse like a hilt and made a swing at Wang Zikai.

Not enough!

Nainai exhausted her energy to imbue the sword with Bee Venom and Spider Venom, amplified proportionately to her increased scale.

A swing.

A swing to destroy the world and erase the soul.

Nainai didn’t have the time to think of a cool name or the strength to make a sound.

Regretfully, she could only make a proud declaration in her mind.

Death monster Pride!

Submit to this Empress’s judgment!