I was resurrected and became a Ghost-type Pokémon Master.

Chapter 194 Victory.

The ancient snail was surrounded by an extremely dazzling light.

Amidst the roars.

The "Great Catastrophe" attack was unleashed with overwhelming force, and in an instant, the entire forest seemed to be cursed by a demon, plunging it into a desperate situation.

In the forest, the once towering, dense trees that blocked out the sky seemed to be manipulated at will by an invisible giant hand.

The thick tree trunks snapped with a series of cracking sounds, and the massive canopies crashed down, leaving layers of branches and leaves piled up, broken, and in complete disarray.

The smaller saplings were even more vulnerable, being uprooted and scattered in the air after a brief period of erratic flight.

The forest path was instantly buried by fallen trees, and the once quiet and secluded path was gone, leaving only a mess of ruins.

The earth, like a fragile eggshell, trembled violently.

Like a spider web, cracks spread rapidly from the feet of the ancient sleek sleek stalk, intersecting and growing wider and deeper. The dark fissures seemed capable of swallowing everything, with soil constantly slipping into them.

The ground was uneven, and the once flat grassland looked like a churned sea.

The clods of earth arched high, the turf was completely torn apart, and the tender green grass stems and roots were exposed, quickly withering and turning yellow, their vitality completely gone.

The air was not spared either, filled with a pungent, burnt, and rotten smell, thick and murky like ink that could not be dissolved.

Each inhalation caused a sore throat, coughing fits, and a severe tightness in the chest.

It felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping the trachea, almost suffocating the person.

The clear blue sky has vanished, replaced by a hazy, yellowish gloom.

The dark clouds surged and gathered wildly, pressing down in layers.

The gale swept past, carrying dust and debris with a piercing shriek.

The sky grew increasingly dark, as if the curtain of doomsday had fallen, shrouding the forest in utter despair.

The lingering scent of the previous battle caused the nearby Pokémon to flee early on.

Otherwise, the Ancient Slug alone could have killed countless weak Pokémon.

This sudden, apocalyptic scene plunged the teachers and students hiding behind Yao Ran into an abyss of endless fear.

The students' faces were ashen, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Several timid girls covered their eyes tightly, tears streaming through their fingers, their sobs shattered by the fierce wind.

The boys weren't much better off; their jaws were chattering, and their legs were as weak as noodles. Even with each other's support, they were still swaying precariously.

The teacher in charge stared wide-eyed, his face filled with terror, completely unaware that his glasses had fallen askew to the side.

He instinctively hugged the student next to him, as if he could find a sliver of false security in doing so.

Zhenyi was at the center of the raging energy vortex of the "Great Catastrophe," and was the first to be hit, severely struck by the rampaging force.

Its colorful feathers were instantly disheveled, as if torn by a storm, and several places on its body were scratched by energy, with blood seeping out and staining some of its feathers red.

His body swayed precariously in the air, nearly falling straight down.

Gu Jianwo was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by.

The tentacles twisted rapidly, and a flash of dark green light appeared.

The "powerful whipping" came whistling through the air, the vines like nimble venomous snakes, striking Zhenyi's body precisely, leaving a series of crisscrossing wounds.

Immediately afterwards, the black energy spheres of "Evil Wave" bombarded the area. The winged creature was unable to dodge in time and was severely impacted, letting out a mournful cry.

"Wings out, hold on! Foggy field!"

It flapped its wings and mustered its spirits, using the last bit of strength to flap its wings, struggling to create a thin mist around itself.

Although it was shattered and on the verge of collapse from the impact, the Zhenyi Power was able to withstand the subsequent attacks from the Ancient Simplified Snail with the amplification of the field.

After escaping the attack range of Gu Jianwo, Zhenyifa gasped for breath, but his eyes burned with an indomitable flame as he stared intently at Gu Jianwo.

Regular battles can no longer unleash its potential.

Only such battles can stimulate its potential, allowing it to grow stronger and faster.

Zhenyi was excited, and a faint light emanated from his body.

Strands of ghostly power surged from the stone slab, coiling around its body. Its previously weak aura suddenly surged, the bleeding from its wounds stopped, and the injury slowly healed.

"Unleash the power of the moon!" Guihai immediately gave the order upon seeing Zhenyi's high fighting spirit.

Zhenyi was enveloped by both the bright moonlight and surging ghostly energy.

It condensed into an unprecedentedly thick pillar of energy, with strange and flowing light within it, containing world-destroying power.

Gu Jianwo sensed a deadly threat and exerted all its strength to raise its defenses. Its body shone brightly, and various protective moves were layered on top of each other.

But Zhenyi unleashed his full power in this attack, and the energy beam crashed down, instantly engulfing the ancient snail.

With a deafening roar, energy exploded, smoke and dust billowed up, and the intense light blinded everyone.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, everyone's hearts sank into an icy abyss.

All their hopes were shattered – the ancient snail was still standing there, swaying precariously!

Its defensive aura was already broken and tattered, its body was covered with charred marks, and several parts of its outer shell had scorch marks. Dark green slime slowly seeped out from the wounds.

But those eerie green eyes still gleamed with a fierce light, locked onto Zhenyifa, revealing a resolute determination to fight to the death.

It had also become obsessed. After fighting for so long, Gu Jianwo knew that he probably couldn't escape.

Then let's take down this damn Pokémon and make these humans pay the price.

The ancient snail didn't want to give Zhenyi any chance to catch its breath; it endured the pain.

Its tentacles writhed wildly, and with its mouth wide open, it spewed out dark green poison powder, carrying a pungent odor, like a surging tide.

At the same time, black evil energy gathered between the tentacles, and two attacks, one after the other, roared towards the weakened Zhenyifa, with the intention of annihilating it in one fell swoop.

"Wings out, hold on!" Gui Hai shouted.

Upon hearing this, Zhenyi hovered, its body glowing intermittently as it struggled to withstand the overwhelming onslaught.

But its injuries were too severe, and its body was swaying precariously before it was instantly swallowed up by the attack.

Then Guihai's voice came again: "Spread your wings, share the same fate!"

Zhenyi struggled to withstand the attacks of the ancient snail, forcing himself to stay alert.

His eyes instantly locked onto the ancient shovel, and a strange, eerie light emanated from his body. He fully activated the remaining energy within his body, locking onto the ancient shovel and releasing a wave of power that resonated with his own destiny.

Gu Jianwo sensed the danger and tried to get away, but it was too late. The invisible force clung to it like a maggot.

Gu Jianwo sensed a fatal danger and went completely insane.

An eerie red light emanated from its body as it prepared to unleash its ultimate killing move—"Great Catastrophe"—with all its might, determined to utterly crush Zhenyifa.

However, the "shared fate" has already taken effect.

The winged machine fell from the sky.

Gu Jianwo felt a sharp pain surge from the depths of his soul, his body stiffened abruptly, and his movements stopped.

The next moment, the massive body of the Ancient Snail crashed to the ground, and the aura of the legendary Pokémon on its body vanished completely.

The bamboo slips on my back lost their power to wrap the withered leaves, and a gentle breeze blew by.

Fallen leaves swirled, leaving only an old bamboo scroll on the ground...