The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 353. Battle Against Abyss Hunters

Exactly Seven Days Later...

The sky above was riddled with moons—seven thousand, maybe eight, thousand some cracked, some pulsing faintly like eerie lanterns. The ground beneath their feet was a tortured landscape, twisted by time and corrupted by chaos. Pools of lava bubbled like boiling blood, and skeletal trees reached toward the heavens like they were praying for mercy.

Static glitches pulsed across the air, tearing faint lines in space itself—signs that reality in this part of the Abyss was unstable. Then, in the middle of this hellish wasteland, several figures blinked into existence. Tyler, Adam, Dusk, Dawn, and the others had arrived.

"After we cross this stretch of purgatory, we’ll reach their main camp," Adam said, his eyes scanning the horizon.

Tyler rubbed the back of his neck. "So the plan really is just to walk into their camp and fight Apollo head-on?"

"There’s no other way," Adam replied flatly. "That guy’s senses are too sharp. And his armour is practically invincible. An ambush would fail before it even began. Dusk and I will handle Apollo."

Tyler sighed. "Alright. Guess I’ll stall the giant, then."

"I’ll take care of that vixen," Dawn said, cracking her knuckles. "She’s been itching for a beating."

"We’ll deal with their subordinates," Lily chimed in with a nod.

But Dawn’s eyes narrowed. "You’ll also face Night. That thing in the armor... it’s more shadow than man."

Their conversation was cut short—barely seconds had passed—when a rumble split the air. A mountain—yes, a mountain—was flying toward them, carried through the sky by an unseen force. Its peak glowed like a burning beacon, radiating demonic aura.

On top of the floating mountain stood four figures.

Apollo, with his golden-red armor pulsing like a second sun. Su Fei, the seductive yet lethal vixen. The Giant, over eight meters tall, his entire body wrapped in mechanical plating. And finally, a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness—Night, he wrapped in a silver knight armour.

"Heh... I didn’t expect my sweet little angel to come crawling right to me," Apollo said, his voice like molten gold dripping with venom. He licked his lips as his eyes locked on Astrid.

Astrid shivered and instinctively hid behind Tyler. The malice in Apollo’s gaze was unbearable.

"See?" Apollo chuckled darkly. "I even got you a gift."

He reached into thin air and dragged out a bloodied angel—wings shattered, body broken. The angel whimpered as Apollo’s grip tightened around his throat.

"This little pest was making you trouble, right? So I dealt with him."

And then, with a sickening crack, he crushed the angel’s neck in his palm like it was nothing. The limp body fell to the scorched ground below.

"Nice show," Adam said casually, stepping forward. "But we didn’t come here to watch your theatrics. We’re here to trade."

"Oh?" Apollo’s brows rose in amusement. "I accept. Give me the angels, that space-time rabbit, and those beauties of yours... and in exchange, I’ll let you die painlessly."

He laughed, his followers joining in. Just then, from the mountain’s base, over a hundred Abyss Hunters surged out—most at the Golden Core realm, and some even stronger.

Tyler’s hand hovered over his weapon.

Adam didn’t flinch. "Actually, we want something else."

Apollo raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"We want your armor," Adam said calmly.

The Abyss fell silent.

Even the wind seemed to pause, the world holding its breath.

Then Apollo burst into laughter—loud, mocking, and full of cruel delight. "*Hahaha! You insects! You actually think you can take my armor? Very well... Let’s see if you can even survive my men!"

With a wave of his hand, he roared, "Kill the men. Capture the women. Bring me the Angel and rabbit alive!"

"Also Bring that handsome fellow to me. For the first time in my life, I want to raise a Male Pet." Su Fei suddenly said with licking her lips.

"Huh... You want my body. But you will never get my heart." Dusk suddenly said.

"I am sorry brother. But Tyler is definitely the Handsome one here." Dawn quickly said.

"Dyamn, Tyler you even rizzed up a Fox Lady from the enemy camp." Mathilda said with jealous.

The Abyss Hunters moved, charging forward in a torrent of power and killing intent. But Tyler and others ignored them and had a causal chat.

But then—another thing happened.

Hundreds of figures suddenly appeared behind Tyler and the others, forming a barrier between them and the charging army. Men and women, some wearing broken chains, others still bearing the scars of captivity—slaves. But these were no ordinary slaves. Their auras burned brightly, each one at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul level.

Apollo’s army hesitated.

"What’s going on?" Su Fei hissed, her eyes narrowing.

The Giant quickly fished out a silver core embedded with glowing runes—a remote detonator for the slave collars. He pressed it without hesitation. "Kill them all!"

But nothing happened.

The collars didn’t explode. Instead, they flickered—and deactivated.

"H-How? That tech is from a high-end civilization!" the Giant muttered, his voice shaking.

Suddenly, a small, shimmering projection of a pixie appeared on Adam’s shoulder.

Its Eve.

She winked and snapped her fingers.

The detonator core in the Giant’s hand overheated and exploded in his face, making his giant face black.

A sultry voice echoed. "High-end? Please. You’re a million years too early to call that primitive junk ’high-end.’"

Eve’s voice.

Adam smirked. "Eve’s AI race has already conquered half a universe. Hacking this stuff is child’s play."

Eve then snapped her fingers again all the collars were removed.

With the collars gone, the former slaves stood tall, their powers reigniting like dormant volcanoes. Their eyes were full of fury—years of pain, abuse, and imprisonment finally given a target.

Adam grinned and said "Now... should we say something cheesy like ’Avengers assemble!’ or just—eh, screw it."

He roared, "Attack!"

The battlefield erupted into chaos.

The former slaves surged forward with newfound purpose, clashing against the Abyss Hunters in a tide of vengeance. Magic lit the sky, weapons clanged, and shockwaves shattered the cracked placed.

In the midst of it all, Apollo simply smiled, his armor glowing brighter than ever.

"Well then," Apollo said, flexing his fingers as if warming up for a casual spar, "It seems we’ll have to enter the game and play after all."

But then—something unexpected happened.

A card flickered into existence before Apollo. Its surface shimmered with glowing symbols, and before anyone could react, a voice whispered across the battlefield:

"Switch."

In an instant, the card vanished and Tyler Appeared.

Apollo blinked.

His body was already transformed—covered in dragon scales.

Mode Dragon

Tidal Fist!

Tyler arm coiling back like a spring before launching forward with the force of a tidal wave.

The impact slammed against Apollo’s celestial armor.

BOOM!

A shockwave erupted from the point of contact, sending tremors across the cracked battlefield and hurling debris into the air. The sky shimmered from the release of spiritual energy. Even far-off fighters paused for a moment, stunned by the power behind that single blow.

Apollo stood unmoved, but the smirk on his face faded slightly as he looked down at Tyler. The armor had held, but something felt... off.

Tyler took a step back, breathing heavily. He could feel it—tiny fractures forming in the scales on his arm from the feedback of the punch. His knuckles throbbed, and steam rose from the edges of his dragon claws.

Apollo chuckled darkly. "Do you really think that would work on me?"

His voice was laced with amusement again, but a sliver of caution now danced in his eyes.

Tyler grinned despite the pain. "I’m not here to beat you..."

He raised his eyes.

"I’m just stalling for time."

That’s when it happened.

Without warning, a yo-yo sliced through the air behind Apollo. It looped once, spinning rapidly, and wrapped around his neck with uncanny precision.

Apollo’s eyes widened, but it was too late.

With a whirling pull, the yo-yo yanked Apollo backward and ripped open a spatial crack in midair. The entire movement was so fast, so fluid, that even the shadows of Night didn’t respond in time.

SHHHHHHKKKKK!

The spatial crack shimmered like a mirror dipped in oil, and Apollo vanished through it, dragged into the unknown.

A second later, a voice echoed towards the direction of the yo-yo.

"Reversal."

Su Fei stood several meters away, her hair billowing in the wind. Her Nine Tails fluttered there is a red shrine behind her.

But nothing happened.

The yo-yo didn’t reverse.

Her eyes narrowed. "Again.. someone who can resist Time."

Back near the impact site, Tyler remained crouched, breathing slowly as he regained balance.

Tyler straightened up and exhaled.

Across from him, three figures stepped forward—commanders of the Apollo’s Abyss Hunters Group. With Apollo gone, they stood before Tyler.

Down in the mountain, the battle between the Slaves and Abyss Hunters raged on. Screams and explosions filled the air.

But here—this stand-off between Tyler and the commanders—felt like the true turning point of the battle.

Everything was quiet for just a second.