Chapter 555: . White gold rays, killing Level Twelve like mowing grass

Book 555. Platinum Light—Slaying Level-12 Beings Like Mowing Grass

Sara erupted like a blazing orange nebula, suddenly materializing directly in the path of the advancing Platinum Light. With five celestial rule-galaxies fully integrated into her body and her full power unleashed, Sara’s might surged to such an apex that a terrifying energy field coalesced around her—a vortex of raw, oppressive force.

Any entity drawing near was involuntarily repelled, even Level-12 masters unable to breach it. Now, this field stood before the Platinum Light like an invisible, unyielding wall—impenetrable, absolute.

“You’ve had your fun.”

Her fiery orange hair whipped through the air like molten flame, her visage fierce, almost demonic, as she lunged forward with a savage claw-strike toward the serpentine Platinum Light.

“Enough games!”

As her claws snapped shut, the entire orange nebula swirling about her surged inward, converging upon her palm, condensing once more—but now darker, denser, heavier. The sheer concentration of energy warped the void itself; a brittle *crack* echoed, as if reality strained beneath unbearable pressure, fissures threatening to split open.

Yet the Platinum Light—slippery as a fish—darted effortlessly beneath her strike, slipping past like liquid light.

*Whoosh!*

In an instant, it vanished, reappearing at the far end of the battlefield—and in the same breath, detonated the skull of a Level-12 aberrant beast.

“Hmph!”

Sara’s strike missed. Fury flared in her eyes like embers stoked by wind. She blurred forward, chasing after it—but the Platinum Light always remained just one step ahead.

Every time she struck, it evaded, slipping away to continue its grim harvest among the aberrant ranks.

Thus began their chase—light against light, speed against speed—so swift that ordinary Level-12s could no longer track them with the naked eye. Even mental perception barely caught two streaks: one molten orange, one blinding platinum, weaving across the battlefield like twin comets locked in eternal pursuit.

The only reliable marker of their passage? The sudden, silent deaths of those aligned with the aberrants.

Wherever those twin lights swept—be they Level-11 or Level-12, aberrant or martial cultivator—all were obliterated as though struck head-on by a starship at full thrust.

*BOOM—*

Shattered into dust. Not even a trace of soul remained.

Gradually, the suffocating shroud of death over the battlefield tore apart. The fog of despair lifted.

The tide had turned—utterly reversed.

Now, those who had once pledged allegiance to Sara trembled in fear.

“No! Don’t kill me! I’m human—I never betrayed you!”

A Level-12 martial artist, clad in black combat armor, wielding a battle-sword, screamed in terror before the shimmering platinum blur. His strength was no trifling matter—he’d fully integrated one rule-galaxy, and the second was nearly formed. His physical vessel surpassed most Level-12s in raw resilience.

Yet even as he summoned both rule-galaxies as protective bands before him, raised his twelve-grade alloy sword across his chest, and pushed his cultivation to its absolute limit—

The Platinum Light flashed past.

His body shattered like fragile porcelain. His martial soul barely emerged before being snatched away, consumed whole.

The onlookers froze, cold dread crawling up their spines. Many swallowed hard, throats dry.

This constant, gnawing anxiety—this knowledge that *next* could be *you*—was unbearable.

Meanwhile, among the human faction led by the two Guides, the situation had improved dramatically. In this climate of universal panic, no one dared attack them anymore. Even the aberrants grew quieter. The mass fall of Level-12 aberrant leaders had forced their tide to recede—after all, even beasts possessed intelligence; none willingly offered themselves as cannon fodder.

What had seemed an inevitable doom mere moments ago now unfolded into something entirely unforeseen—thanks to one man alone.

“Excellent. At this rate, we’ll surely hold out until Lord Haiji Blade arrives. Then—everything will reverse!”

The stern-faced middle-aged Guide’s eyes gleamed with fervent hope.

But beside him, the round-faced, heavyset man remained grim, brows knitted tight, as if haunted by some unseen dread.

“Tandon! Tandon—did you see? That’s Lu Sheng! *Our* Lu Sheng!”

Elsewhere on the field, Saia and Tandon stood side by side. Saia’s handsome face flushed crimson with exhilaration.

Tandon’s eyes bulged like fists, scanning wildly across the chaos.

“Sorry, Saia—I truly can’t see Lu Sheng. He’s just too fast.”

Saia didn’t care for the reply. He was already lost in euphoria.

Who would have thought? Of their trio—the quiet, taciturn Lu Sheng—had hidden such depths.

Only Level-11, yet impossibly powerful. Slaying Level-12s like chickens. Outpacing even Sara, whose five rule-galaxies pulsed within her—leaving her helpless, trailing behind like a dog on a leash.

“This… this is the most terrifying prodigy I’ve ever witnessed in my life!

Given time, Lu Sheng will become—*a force that shakes an entire star system!*

And when that day comes… as the man who once fought beside him, shoulder to shoulder, through life and death…

My status, my standing—will rise with his!

Just wait till I return—let’s see who in the clan still dares look down on me! Hahaha!”

Saia had already begun dreaming of how tightly he’d cling to Lu Sheng’s coattails—and resolved, deep within, that upon returning, he’d seek out the astrologer who’d urged him to join this mission.

Who said astrology was all fraud?

Wasn’t that precisely what had been said?

Just as Sayā, brimming with delight, was lost in sweet daydreams of the future—

Suddenly, a searing, savage wave of murderous intent, like a cosmic nebula storm, locked onto him.

The abrupt onslaught of lethal malice sent a violent shiver coursing through Sayā’s frame.

His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Slowly, he raised his head.

And met a pair of furious, feral amber eyes—glaring at him with unbridled rage and cruelty.

The figure before him stared unblinking, as if poised to lunge forward at any moment, tearing him limb from limb, shredding him into bloody fragments.

“Sa… Sāra…”

Sayā swallowed hard, inching backward with stealthy caution, while inside, ten thousand wild alpacas stampeded across his mind in panic.

Hadn’t Sāra been chasing Lu Sheng?

Why had he suddenly turned his gaze upon *him*?

This wasn’t fair—this wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

Could it be… Sāra intended to…

A chilling possibility flashed through Sayā’s thoughts.

Instantly, his handsome face drained of all color; his teeth chattered violently, jaw clenching in sheer terror.

Surely not this unlucky…

Sāra’s gaze slowly withdrew from that streak of white-gold light, his temples throbbing with visible veins.

He drew in a deep breath, forcing the inferno raging within his chest to subside—only for a cruel, predatory smile to creep across his lips.

“Go on. Keep killing.”

Sāra twisted his wrist; joints cracked like dry twigs snapping under pressure.

Step by step, he descended through empty air, no longer sparing a glance for that white-gold beam darting wildly across the battlefield, reaping lives without mercy.

“Let’s see—

who’s faster: you…

or me?”

With those words, icy, merciless light flared in Sāra’s eyes.

His arm shot out—a brutal, decisive strike aimed straight at Sayā, who stood mere yards away, already pale as death, trembling like a wilted flower in a gale.

His posture—

like that of a merciless butcher, calmly extending his blade toward a lamb huddled helplessly inside the pen.

This was Sāra’s plan—

Since he couldn’t catch Lu Sheng…

Then he’d *force* Lu Sheng

to come to him willingly!

Corner.

Ha.

Fishing.

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