I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 164: "Astral Travel"

The situation fell into a stalemate.

Longlair kept "Moon's" advice firmly in mind, never allowing himself to enter Loren's line of sight or perception range.

Seeing Loren giving chase, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Quite confident in your abilities, aren't you, 'Little Night Raven'..."

His figure also began to rapidly move backward, always maintaining a distance of over twenty thousand ters from Loren, launching sporadic attacks.

It was as if he was constantly reminding Loren of his direction.

His mindset wasn't impatient either.

Although he didn't know how Loren had learned of his impending attack, in Longlair's view, it didn't change anything.

His plan was proceeding slowly...

After sensing Loren had once again dodged his attack, his body rapidly retreated while simultaneously planting a trap on the ground.

This was prepared for Retab Collin.

Who told Retab Collin to keep moving unhurriedly along the ground?

After setting the ground trap, Longlair continued retreating while sensing Loren's figure.

Having calculated Loren's flying altitude in his mind, his fingers moved subtly, releasing an earthy yellow light that left an invisible trap in the air as well.

This aerial trap was Longlair's "surprise" for Loren.

After setting the aerial trap, Longlair increased his retreat speed and casually launched an attack, detonating the energy bullet Loren had fired at him fifteen thousand ters away.

"What a naive fellow! If bullets were effective against Legendary-tier beings! What would the Federation need cha and Warships for?"

This energy bullet was precisely the one Loren had fired at the beginning.

As long as Loren had energy within his body, the kinetic energy of the energy bullet fired from the Revolver would be endless.

Apart from the bullet's inherent attack power sowhat lagging behind Loren's progress, it had no other flaws.

Since the Energy Bullet also had Auto-Targeting, this bullet had been relentlessly pursuing Longlair, as if possessing infinite kinetic energy.

Out of wariness towards Loren's ability, Longlair still took action to destroy this seemingly ordinary bullet.

"No matter how bizarre your ability is, I just need to completely destroy all your attacks."

"Then, if I always remain outside your ability's range, what will you do, Little Night Raven..."

"Ti is running out..."

At this mont, Loren, twenty thousand ters away from Longlair, sensing that the energy bullet had been destroyed by the opponent's attack, revealed a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.

Loren stopped in mid-air, directly closing his eyes, sensing sothing.

A tiny light point, perceivable only by Loren, was rapidly moving over twenty thousand ters away, the distance still continuously increasing.

"The ga is over, Mr. Longlair. Your failure lies in your caution."

Seventh Ability, activate!

Fate's Gift!

A massive amount of Misfortune, manipulated by Loren, converged onto that tiny light point twenty thousand ters away.

"Forgot to tell you, the bullet I sent you counts as a 'gift' received even if you blow it up." Loren chuckled lightly in his heart.

"Raven, max out the Misfortune on him! I want to see the limits of this Legendary-tier being!!!"

Raven had no ti to respond to Loren now. The mont that energy bullet was destroyed by the opponent, Raven began stacking Misfortune onto him.

It didn't need Loren's reminder;

it wouldn't miss such a good opportunity...

"Don't underestimate my intelligence, Master!!"

Ten seconds later, Raven finally voiced its reply to Loren.

By now, Raven had stacked all the Misfortune it could manipulate onto that tiny light point twenty thousand ters away.

"Well done, Raven."

"You too, Master!"

Sensing that all the Misfortune he could manipulate had been used, Loren simply remained hovering in the air, quietly gazing into the distant night sky.

Although it was beyond his perception range, Loren had already found a new way to observe.

He was observing that Mr. Longlair twenty thousand ters away through the Anchor Point created by his Seventh Ability.

Longlair, twenty thousand ters away from Loren, after cautiously destroying that energy bullet, sensed that Loren had stopped pursuing.

"Giving up so soon?" This thought flashed through his mind.

The next instant, his expression changed drastically.

He realized the energy and spirit within his body were being massively consud.

"When???"

"I'm clearly outside his ability's range?!"

"Damn it! There was sothing wrong with that bullet I destroyed!!!"

"Rule-Based Psychics are indeed bizarre!! Impossible to guard against completely!!"

For the first ti, Longlair beca sowhat panicked.

He didn't know how to counter this bizarre ability;

he didn't even know what Loren's ability was?!

He knew he had been hit.

And the next instant!

The energy within his body went out of control!

Due to the energy within his body being mysteriously consud in a short ti, coupled with the influence of Misfortune, the energy in his body erupted into turmoil!

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, plumting from the sky towards the ground!!!

"Boom!" Longlair's body smashed a large crater into the ground!

After crashing onto the ground, another "unfortunate" event occurred!

The impact force from his body hitting the ground broke his ribs!

One of the ribs pierced his heart precisely.

Fortunately, Longlair possessed a Legendary-tier physique;

an injury of this degree wasn't fatal.

As is well known, Legendary-tier beings are very difficult to kill.

He struggled to sit up, quickly retrieving a scroll from his spatial storage device, tearing it open with difficulty using both hands.

"Boom!"

Intense spatial fluctuations erupted from the large crater on the ground.

In an instant, Longlair's figure vanished without a trace.

Only Longlair's blood remained in the crater.

When Longlair regained his senses again, he was already amidst an unknown spatial turbulence.

He, who should have been teleported to a safe location by the spatial scroll, under the influence of "Misfortune," was accidentally transported to the center of a spatial turbulence...

All around were countless surging spatial rifts, each spewing forth countless naturally ford spatial blades...

He let out a desperate shout, spewing forth another mouthful of scalding blood.

"No!!!"

Not being a Spatial Type ability user, facing spatial turbulence of this level, he could only choose to endure it head-on!

And even a Legendary-tier powerhouse at their peak would feel despair when facing such surging spatial turbulence.

Let alone him, severely injured, with energy and spirit nearly depleted, his current state not even one percent of his peak condition...

"Loren!! You...!"

Before he could finish his sentence, endless spatial turbulence engulfed Longlair...

Instantly.

A whole Longlair was torn apart by the spatial turbulence into countless pieces, forced to begin Star Realm travel in countless fragnted states...

No one knew that a Legendary-tier powerhouse had perished here just like that.

This was a gathering place of spatial turbulence, rarely visited by anyone, a place even the Gods were unwilling to touch unless absolutely necessary.