Chapter Twenty-Two: The One-Minute Miracle

It was clear that the miracle Ye Yu spoke of arrived right on cue.

Astonishingly, this miracle unfolded just as Ye Yu had predicted—he evaded the King of Nine Mountains’ fatal strike in the blink of an eye.

In the very next moment, Ye Yu launched his counterattack. With a swift execution, the Lutestring Windbinding was unleashed, and in that brief instant, the skill managed to bind the King of Nine Mountains’ body. Then, Ye Yu’s voice rang sharply in everyone’s ears.

“Now!”

Immediately, Huang Hong and Qu Zheng sprang into action, their bodies moving in a blur. Both remained in their Overdrive state, and in this form, aside from Ye Yu, the five of them could perform at their absolute peak.

Huang Hong’s spear pierced straight through the King of Nine Mountains’ body, impaling him completely. Simultaneously, Qu Zheng drove both his daggers into the King’s shoulders from behind. The chilling sound of shattering bones echoed through the air.

These two fierce attacks alone dropped the King’s health to 70. The damage inflicted was several times greater than normal—this was the power of Overdrive. With this strength, players could briefly challenge foes beyond their own level.

Of course, it was far from simple to finish off such a formidable foe in mere moments, but if they could slash away the majority of the King’s health, the battle would turn in their favor.

According to Ye Yu’s meticulous calculations, the remaining time would allow them to reduce the King’s health to 1020. That was still a considerable reservoir, but once the boss’s health entered this range, his weaknesses would become exposed, and targeting them could trigger a Weakpoint Strike.

A Weakpoint Strike was the most devastating mechanism in Fallen Divinity—dealing six times the usual damage. Naturally, achieving such a blow was no small feat; even Ye Yu wasn’t certain they could land one at the precise threshold.

Luo Wei controlled his Bronze Puppet to collide with the King of Nine Mountains, and such a clash reached unfathomable power. In this state, the puppet’s attacks, save for Qu Zheng’s, dealt the highest damage among them.

A single heavy punch from the Bronze Puppet wiped out 35 health from the King—a feat impossible under normal circumstances, but now, in Overdrive, everything was different.

This tidal wave of damage left the three main attackers momentarily stunned. Yet, from an outside perspective, the King of Nine Mountains seemed to withstand every assault, though his health was plummeting at a staggering rate.

The King’s body swayed and trembled, as if about to collapse. It was only then that the three attackers snapped back to their senses, unleashing a furious roar. The oppressive aura that had hung over them flickered several times, then vanished completely.

In its place, the morale of the six soared, their attributes climbing rapidly with the surge.

Qu Zheng’s toes barely touched the ground as his figure flashed like a shooting star, zigzagging in a triangular pattern that whipped up a cool breeze. A silver gleam slashed across the King’s abdomen.

With a wet slicing sound, a bloody gash appeared; the resplendent royal robe was rent at the waist by Qu Zheng’s dagger. Above the King’s head, four words blazed forth:

Weakpoint Strike.

At that moment, Ye Yu’s eyes narrowed. The Weakpoint Strike had been uncovered. He promptly called out to the team, “His waist is his weak spot—so is his back.”

Immediately, the three attackers flashed behind the King, striking almost in unison. Three mighty blows instantly carved away the majority of the King’s remaining health. Now, only a sliver—barely 30—remained.

At this desperate threshold, everything changed. The royal robes were now in tatters, and nearly eight out of ten attacks from the main trio triggered a Weakpoint Strike. Even the once-formidable King of Nine Mountains was being overwhelmed.

As the King’s health dipped to 31, a cold light flashed in Ye Yu’s eyes. He commanded, “Qu Zheng, now! Slash the back of his neck.”

“Understood!”

Qu Zheng signaled, then sprang into the air, his form leaving afterimages behind. Gripping both daggers, he slashed across the King’s lower back, landed lightly, then leapt again. Lifting his daggers from below, he plunged them into the King’s back, drawing a lengthening crimson wound from which blood poured freely. Leaping atop the King’s head, Qu Zheng brought both daggers down together, their silver gleam targeting the back of the King’s neck. With a flip, his feet struck the King’s shoulders.

With a thunderous crash, Qu Zheng kicked the King of Nine Mountains hard to the ground, sending him skidding several meters.

As Qu Zheng landed, the Overdrive state expired. In one minute, the six had accomplished the impossible.

They had succeeded because they trusted Ye Yu’s command, and Ye Yu had achieved something that left them all in awe.

This feat emboldened them, and with that newfound confidence, Ye Yu had discovered the way to dispel the debuff that burdened them—a method to achieve the impossible.

A one-minute miracle!

The King of Nine Mountains struggled to his feet, disbelief etched across his face. His legs buckled, and he fell to his knees. In that instant, his remaining health flashed to a mere 1, and fresh blood spilled from his mouth.

“No!”