The Immortal’s Arrival

Augur recalled what he had experienced within the Void Realm.

That ferocious Locust Overlord, a terrifying entity with psionic intensity comparable to Level Nine—

had been slain by a human psionicist, its very soul annihilated.

With such power, even in a place where both technology and psionic knowledge lagged behind the Old World—

even across the entire galaxy, she would still be an existence not to be underestimated.

Before his eyes, that transcendent silver-white figure seemed to reappear.

His gaze remained fixed on the screen.

However, judging from the image… she seemed to be locked in a difficult battle.

Perhaps she was injured… or perhaps afflicted by some illness…

Augur narrowed his eyes as numerous speculations surfaced in his mind.

The battle had begun.

The pressure that “Leviathan” exerted on the sea beast hunters far surpassed that of its S-rank kin.

After arranging everything, Seti, as the commander, boarded the assault boat alongside Ming Yu to confront the most troublesome enemy.

“The energy shield can last at most twenty minutes. End this quickly. If necessary, retreat temporarily and resume after recharging.”

Seti rotated his wrist, staring intently at the monstrous whale ahead while explaining the strategy to Ming Yu.

As long as the energy shield remained active, Leviathan’s most threatening attacks would be unable to harm the nine S-rank hunters aboard the assault boat.

Hearing this, Ming Yu glanced at the belt around her waist.

It emitted a faint glow, forming an invisible spherical energy field around her.

She drew her long blade and activated its reactor.

The originally silver-gray blade instantly turned crimson like red agate, a blood-red light flowing across its surface.

Its temperature seemed even higher than Fog Cutter—

even from a distance, she could feel the scorching heat.

As the assault boat drew closer, Leviathan seemed to sense something.

It suddenly became restless, letting out a thunderous, sky-shaking roar.

Excitement gleamed in its massive whale eye as it charged forward head-on.

Its mountain-like body accelerated, the terrifying momentum resembling a high-speed locomotive.

The entire sea surged violently under its movement.

In the past, Ming Yu’s combat instincts would have driven her to evade first, then strike when an opportunity appeared.

But this approach didn’t seem to align with Seti’s usual style.

As Ming Yu used the grappling mechanism within her wrist guard to reposition, she glanced back—

only to see that the other S-rank hunters had also scattered.

Only Seti remained at the front of the assault boat, unmoving.

He seemed to be gathering something.

Ming Yu was momentarily startled, but her movements did not stop.

Her crimson blade light stretched three meters, slicing through sea beasts along the way like cutting vegetables, harvesting lives with ease.

The S-rank hunters spread out to both sides.

Only Seti stood alone, facing Leviathan’s overwhelming charge.

Seti was accumulating his “intent.”

According to the people of Sky City, this “intent” was also known as psionic power.

Psionics had no fixed form—its application depended entirely on one’s will.

Some excelled in mental perception and mind control.

Others specialized in telekinesis and psionic shockwaves.

Seti had never studied psionic theory.

His “intent” was forged through countless life-and-death battles.

Its operation differed completely from the structured methods of Sky City.

Perhaps that was precisely why he had been invited.

Ming Yu instinctively activated her Spirit Vision.

She perceived a dense, overwhelming psionic aura coiling around Seti—

far beyond her own in magnitude.

If compared—hers was like a firefly, his like the full moon.

Seti’s extraordinary strength among the hunters…

At this moment, his flesh-and-blood arm gathered power.

In Ming Yu’s perception, all of Seti’s psionic energy had been drawn inward.

Not a single trace leaked outward.

It had been broken down and infused into every cell.

Invisible psionic force reinforced his cellular structure,propelled his muscle proteins,and enhanced his cellular respiration…

Muscles, bones, nerves—every tissue had surpassed the limits of human biology.

Life was nature’s masterpiece.

Cells were the most precise machines.

And now, this machine, fueled by psionics, possessed unparalleled driving force.

Leviathan’s colossal form drew ever closer.

Seti slowly raised his fist, his gaze icy and piercing.

Ming Yu felt a trace of confusion.

At sea, there was no footing to borrow force from.

No matter how powerful he was, he should be sent flying.

But she hadn’t realized—from beginning to end, Seti had been gathering “intent.”

The true damage of that punch would also come from “intent.”

A charged will—a bursting strike!

He launched a soul-shattering blow in the form of a straight punch.

“BOOM——————!!!”

After the explosion, it was as if heaven and earth fell silent.

Seti’s body was blasted backward, caught mid-air by “Xingtian,” who had been waiting in advance, steadily reducing his momentum.

That single punch had exhausted decades of his accumulated will.

Having taken the blow head-on, Leviathan showed no obvious external injuries.

Yet its charge slowed—

until it came to a complete stop on the sea.

At that moment, everyone stared at it.

From afar, Molly drew in a sharp breath, silently astonished.

The strange hunters of Pharos truly lived up to their reputation.

Will they win…?

This wasn’t just her question—it was the hope of every hunter on the battlefield.

They only had one living “legend.”

If even Seti couldn’t stop Leviathan—then nothing they did would matter.

At this moment, including Ming Yu, the S-rank hunters did not hesitate.

They surged forward, launching follow-up attacks.

A storm of dazzling assaults rained down upon Leviathan’s massive body.

Ming Yu carved open a long gash, continuously swinging her blade to widen the wound.

Crimson blade light ignited parts of Leviathan’s flesh,orange-red flames dancing wildly in the sea wind.

However, Leviathan’s body was simply too enormous.

These injuries were little more than scratches—not even enough to truly enrage it.

While striking, Ming Yu suddenly recalled Seti’s method of psionic usage.

She attempted to imitate it, hoping to amplify her damage.

As she infused psionics into her flesh—an indescribable heat spread throughout her body.

It felt as if tiny bombs had been planted within each cell.

At the same time, a surge of strength and fullness emerged—similar to the effects of gene injections, but far more intense.

Psionics seemed to be the ultimate form of genetic enhancement.

However, the energy consumption was equally terrifying.

With just a single horizontal slash,Ming Yu felt her stamina nearly drained.

An overwhelming fatigue surged through her mind.

And then—something unexpected happened.

The previously unresponsive Leviathan suddenly let out a roar.

This strike had clearly caused it pain—a pain that reached deep into its soul.

It began to go berserk.