The Ultimate Borer

Chapter 325 The Final Battle (Part )

Zhang Jiao and Mu Fangzheng were engaged in a fierce battle that shocked the world and made ghosts cry. Every collision of their moves unleashed an energy that was enough to destroy the world.

Fang Mu seized the opportunity and took advantage of this brief gap to proactively cut off the flow of combat power between him and Han Sui and the other four, allowing them to transfer their precious internal energy to the Dongcheng Guards and Qiangbian Group who were playing the "Soul-Killing Poem" with all their might.

"Zhang Jue, can you hold him off for ten minutes?"

Fang Mu asked eagerly, his eyes revealing anticipation for a turnaround in the battle. At this point, nearly everyone stood behind the East City Guards, the Qiangbian Group, and Cao Cao, working together to infuse their power into the player.

In an instant, the power of "Soul-Killing Poem" increased exponentially, reaching a terrifying force index of 20. This powerful force was like a surging wave, making it difficult for the dark power possessing Ye Siti to withstand it. Ye Siti's face showed pain, and his body began to tremble slightly.

In front of Mu Fang, only Fang Mu and Zhang Jiao were left. Zhang Jiao turned around and gave Fang Mu a firm and reassuring smile, which was full of heroism and confidence.

"Not to mention 10 minutes, I can even hold on for half an hour!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jiao's aura suddenly rose, his robe rustled, he shouted loudly, and used his most powerful move.

"Yellow Turban Taoism: The Art of Peace!"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth shifted, and countless mysterious runes emerged from Zhang Jiao's body, swirling and dancing in the air, emitting an ancient and powerful aura. These runes intertwined, forming a massive vortex of energy that seemed to draw everything in the world into it.

Mu Fang sensed an unprecedented threat, and his previously raging strength, like rivers flowing into the sea, immediately flowed into the bone spear in his hand. Infused with this powerful force, the bone spear shone with an eerie light, as if imbued with life.

"When the five elements become one, all laws are broken!"

Zhang Jiao quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and condensed the five original supernatural powers of wind, fire, thunder, lightning, and rain.

These five powers converged before him, forming a dazzling, dazzling attack that roared towards Mu Fang with devastating force. Wherever it passed, tiny cracks were torn into space, emitting a sizzling sound.

Mu Fang was not to be outdone. The bone spear in his hand was filled with force, and the light was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it. He suddenly shouted loudly.

""Overlord·Destroy the World"!"

The tip of the spear was like a flash of lightning, carrying endless dark power, stabbing towards Zhang Jiao's attack. The black spear light and the colorful supernatural light met in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

Powerful energy waves spread out like ripples, tearing the surrounding ground into countless pieces, uprooting trees, and even the mountains in the distance trembled under the impact of this force.

Amidst this fierce battle, Fang Mu, hiding behind Zhang Jiao, kept his eyes tightly shut, seemingly unaffected. A faint glow flowed from his body, and mysterious runes shimmered all over his body, appearing and disappearing, seemingly in sync with some mysterious power.

Fang Mu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his breathing was rapid and heavy, and he was obviously engaged in a difficult mental struggle.

……

Xiu keenly noticed the light shield formed by the exclusion technique in front of Ye Siti. Although it seemed indestructible, it was already showing signs of fatigue.

He could clearly feel that Yesiti's strength index was like the sand in an hourglass, slowly but irreversibly flowing away.

"Everyone, Yesiti's superpowers can no longer withstand our power!"

Xiu's voice pierced through the din of the battlefield, carrying a hint of unconcealed excitement and anticipation, reaching every corner. This voice was like a shot in the arm, lifting the spirits of everyone involved in the battle.

"Today, I, Cao Cao, must uphold justice and rid the world of this great evil!"

Cao Cao's hands jumped nimbly on the piano, and the notes he played blended perfectly with the melody of "Soul-killing Poem", injecting new vitality into this force of justice.

His eyes burned with excitement. Ye Siti, the man he considered the most formidable traitor to the Han Dynasty, was now on the brink of defeat. If he could defeat him, the great ideal of supporting the Han Dynasty would no longer be far away, but within reach.

Sun Quan clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face tense with anger and determination.

"I want to avenge my father!"

He continuously transmitted his force index to Zhou Yu in front of him. That endless power carried his deep hatred for his father's murderer and his grief for the suffering that Jiangdong High School had suffered.

Ye Siti, the culprit who not only took his father's life but also led Jiangdong University to decline, will pay a heavy price for his actions today.

Sun Shangxiang and Sun Ce looked at each other, and a complex emotion flashed in their eyes.

"Dad, I'm sorry, we can't let you keep making mistakes!"

With guilt and determination, they poured their inner strength into the player in front of them without reservation. Although they felt pain and helplessness about their father's betrayal, they knew that they had to make the right choice for the sake of peace and justice in Silver Time.

At this moment, their eyes were extremely firm, as if declaring to their father that they would uphold justice and would not be swayed by family affection.

Zhou Yu and the members of the debate team had the same burning wish in their hearts.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster. I must work with the Director and the others to create a bright future for the people of Jiangdong!"

They played the "Soul-Killing Poem" over and over again, each note filled with their love for this land and their vision for the future. This passionate movement, like a surging wave, continuously impacted Yesiti's defenses.

Ye Siti stood behind the gradually dimming light shield, his face as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He could feel his strength being drained away bit by bit by this powerful force of justice.

Fear and unwillingness were intertwined in his eyes, and his former arrogance and arrogance had long since disappeared without a trace.

"No, I can't lose. How can I lose!"

Ye Siti roared madly, trying to mobilize the last trace of dark power in his body for a final struggle. He waved his hands wildly in the air, muttering to himself, trying to unleash his powerful magic once again to break this seemingly unsolvable dilemma.

“Tick…tick…tick…”

Above the crowd, there was suddenly the sound of clocks ticking, and everyone raised their heads towards the roof.

"Crack..."

The roof where everyone was was shattered in an instant, but they did not panic. Instead, they looked at the huge clock shadow in the sky with curiosity.