398: Chapter 398 It can't be finished, it's simply impossible to finish.

The little girl didn't speak, only silently taking two steps back.

Her soles rubbed against the scorched alloy plates, making a rustling sound.

Yan Pojun's eyelid suddenly twitched violently.

He saw Lin Yao raise her right hand again.

That familiar movement caused his heart to contract involuntarily.

Lin Yao's thumb and middle finger were pressed tightly together.

"Snap."

The sound wasn't loud, yet it precisely pierced the eardrums of all one hundred thousand people in the venue.

Yan Pojun's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks.

The air, which had originally returned to a dead silence, boiled once again at this moment.

Large swaths of gray shadows squeezed out from the void.

They were like an army descending from another dimension.

One, ten, a thousand.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of phantoms condensed into solid forms once more.

Every "Lin Yao" had a solemn expression, their hands tightly gripping shimmering staves.

Yan Pojun felt his breathing grow heavy.

The Arena he had just cleared was once again filled by this terrifying legion.

The uproar from the spectator stands vanished.

It was replaced by a suffocating silence.

Many even forgot to breathe, staring blankly at the illogical scene below.

This surpassed their understanding.

Did Forbidden Curse-level clones of that caliber not require a massive amount of mana?

Did they not require a long cooldown time?

Inside the VIP Room, the teacup in Zhong Huai's hand was crushed into powder by him.

Scalding tea flowed through his fingers, yet he remained oblivious.

He stared fixedly at Lin Yao, his lips trembling slightly from extreme shock.

"This is impossible..."

"This is absolutely impossible..."

Only Zhong Huai silently shifted his gaze to Lin Yu, who had been "seriously" watching the battle all along.

Yan Pojun, in the middle of the field, had no time to ponder possibilities.

He keenly sensed that these clones were different from the ones before.

The moment those clones appeared, they began a low chant with a unique rhythm.

Elemental energy in the air converged toward them like crazy.

At the tip of every staff, a lethal speck of light was being nurtured.

They were chanting.

They were preparing for a second, even more frenzied round of bombardment.

Yan Pojun knew very well that the previous round of explosions had already rendered his Core No. 1 useless.

If it happened again, his armor would fall apart completely.

His body would also be torn to shreds.

"I can't let them finish the chant!"

Yan Pojun let out a low roar.

He exerted sudden force with his legs, and the alloy ground beneath him instantly cracked, unable to withstand the massive reaction force.

He no longer held back any physical strength.

All the remaining energy conduits across his body turned crimson at this moment.

This was a sign of overloading.

The Giant Blade in his hand erupted with an unprecedented glare.

He transformed into a streak of red lightning that tore through the darkness.

This strike lacked the previous effortless elegance.

In its place was a desperate intensity and ferocity.

Wherever the blade passed, even the air was scorched and distorted by the high heat.

Yan Pojun's figure rampaged through the forest of clones.

The red glow in his hand swept out in a fan shape.

Before the chanting clones could release their spells, they were cut in half by this unstoppable force.

Gray specks of light, like fireflies dancing in the sky, filled his vision once again.

He was racing against time.

He was racing against those spells that were nearing completion.

Lin Yao stood in the distance, quietly watching Yan Pojun as he frantically built up power within the legion... It seemed it was too late.

Her expression was calm, devoid of anxiety or fear.

She just looked at her own fingers.

Finally, Yan Pojun swung a horizontal slash.

A red arc swept across the entire half of the field once again.

The last clone shattered under his blade.

Yan Pojun knelt on one knee, his Giant Blade stabbing deep into the ground.

He gasped heavily, sweat dripping continuously through the gaps in his faceplate.

His lungs burned as if scorched by fire.

But he had won.

He had cleared the field again before those spells could erupt.

Yan Pojun looked up through the swirling smoke at Lin Yao.

He wanted to tell this girl that the same trick wouldn't work on him twice.

However...

He saw the corners of Lin Yao's mouth curl up slightly.

It was the most brilliant smile he had ever seen, yet it was also the one that filled him with the most despair.

Lin Yao raised her right hand once more.

That movement became incredibly slow in Yan Pojun's eyes.

Yet it was unstoppable.

Yan Pojun wanted to stand up and rush forward.

But he found that his legs no longer obeyed him.

After being severely overloaded, his muscles had locked up.

"Snap."

The third snap of the fingers.

Yan Pojun's vision was completely submerged by the gray tide that surged forth once again.

"Holy shit!!!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Yan Pojun's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging outward.

A low growl like that of a trapped beast rolled out from deep within his throat.

He raised the battered Giant Blade high.

The few remaining energy conduits on the surface of his Dark Silver Armor instantly turned from blue to a blinding crimson.

High-heat steam gushed frantically from the gaps in the armor.

The surrounding temperature spiked abruptly.

Scorched debris on the ground ignited silently within this heatwave.

The muscles in his thick arms suddenly bulged.

The Gauntlets, already covered in cracks, could no longer bear the strain.

Metal fragments flew and scattered.

His exposed skin took on an unnatural scarlet hue.

Every vein beneath his skin bulged.

As he exerted force, the skin at several key joints instantly split open.

Bright red blood sprayed out in a mist.

Before the blood could hit the ground, it was evaporated into a pungent bloody mist by the high heat.

Yan Pojun completely ignored his body's protests.

The Giant Blade swept out, carrying a destructive red light.

A massive semi-circular blade of light shredded the space in front of him.

Tens of thousands of clones that had just solidified collapsed instantly under this red glow.

Gray specks of light once again filled the entire field.

The third field-clearing was complete.

The Giant Blade slipped from Yan Pojun's hand.

The heavy blade crashed onto the battered alloy floor.

He stumbled forward two steps.

His knee slammed heavily onto the ground.

A dull explosion echoed from the chest of his armor.

The last intact armor plate fell off completely.

The complex mechanical structure inside was exposed to the air.

Electric sparks darted everywhere.

He gasped for air.

Every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain in his lungs.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes.

He blinked hard, trying to see the situation across from him.

Lin Yao stood in place.

Her fair fingers were raised once more.

Her thumb and middle finger lightly pressed together.

"Snap."

The fourth crisp sound echoed through the empty Arena.

Yan Pojun's entire body shuddered violently.

No way...

He jerked his head up.

Tens of thousands of gray shadows squeezed out from the void once again.

The corners of their robes fluttered.

The light at the tips of their staves quickly lit up.

That despair-inducing legion descended for the fourth time.

"Damn it!"

"Someone's using an infinite mana hack!!!"