A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

The indigo dragon's primordial energy surged into Zekrom's battered body like a tidal wave.

Under the illumination of the Dragon Stone, the terrifying bite marks that were deep enough to see bone were writhing and healing at a visible speed, and the dull black dragon scales regained their cold, metallic luster.

Its heavy breathing gradually became steady and powerful, and its tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly.

“Zekhrom…” Zhang Heng’s voice was tinged with a barely perceptible sob. His palm was pressed tightly against the side of its huge head, which was still warm but no longer cold. He was transferring his dragon-controlling power without reservation. “Thank you… for answering my call in my most desperate moment, for choosing to trust me and fight alongside me.”

The consciousness of the dragon of ideals, like an awakening volcano, slowly connected with Zhang Heng's mind, carrying heat and thunder. There was no blame in that consciousness, only a steadfast and unwavering commitment to the "ideal" itself, born from experience.

"Zhang...Heng..." A deep, resonant voice, carrying an electric current, resounded directly in Zhang Heng's mind, "Your ideals...burn...pure...are worthy of your trust..."

Zhang Heng shook his head vigorously, his face filled with guilt. "I must confess, Zekrom. I've always... always kept the secret of the Gene Wedge hidden in my heart, without telling you. I was afraid... afraid that once you knew its whereabouts, you wouldn't choose to stand with me against Chejurém, and might even... blackmail me into handing over the Gene Wedge."

Zhang Heng paused for a moment, feeling somewhat bitter, and said, "So... I used it as a bargaining chip to hold you back... that was petty of me."

A powerful thought came, not anger, but a sigh of... understanding?

“Ideals… need a realistic anchor… your concerns… are an instinctive defense against the unknown… I understand you…” Czechrom’s mental fluctuations were calm.

Even though... Kyurem has now... firmly grasped the Wedge of Genes... my choice... will not change! To follow... the ideal I have chosen... is my instinct for survival!

Zhang Heng was deeply shaken, and his eyes welled up with tears. He understood that in Czechoslovakia's eyes, ideals were more important than survival itself.

It chose him because it agreed with his path, not because it was bound or tempted by the genetic wedge. This pure and unwavering belief made his previous concerns seem so insignificant.

"Momotani! Repair the crack!"

At this moment of perfect understanding, above the ice pit, Grandpa Zhang gave an order to "Little Peach"—Peach Boy—held in his palm!

From the last time Momotaros appeared, Zhang Heng knew that Momotaros was not the old man's Pokémon, but the old man and Momotaros had been together for at least thirty years.

The reason why Tao Dailang does not trigger the divine beast field is that its shell is similar to that of a peach. When the peach is closed, it does not leak any energy, hence the title "immortal peach".

Tao Dailang moved, and the peach-like outer shell slowly opened!

"Hey--!"

A clear yet strangely penetrating cry echoed across the battlefield. In the center of the peach, a small creature resembling a peach pit suddenly expanded its swirling purple energy ring, emitting a deep, unsettling light.

Countless strands of its unique skill, the Evil Poison Chains, as thin as hair and shimmering with an eerie purplish-black luster, shot out from its body as if the poison energy had come alive!

These chains are not made of solid steel, but are woven together from highly concentrated toxic energy.

They disregarded the obstacles of physical space, precisely piercing and entwining themselves around the edge of that spatial rift that stretched across the sky and was constantly twisting and tearing!

Evil Poison Chains - A poison-type special attack move, it is Momo's exclusive move with 100 power and a 50% chance to inflict a poison status on the opponent.

That's right, it's highly poisonous, not just a mild poison, and it has a 50% chance of causing damage. It's an extremely powerful poison-type move.

The chains, like the most skillful surgical sutures, possess a powerful spatial anchoring force, forcibly "pulling" the broken edges of space closer together and attempting to "stitch" them together.

Each time the chain wrapped around and tightened, it made the edge of the crack emit a piercing "sizzling" sound, like glass being forcibly squeezed and rubbed. The expansion of the crack was forcibly stopped, and it even began to shrink inward at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In Zhang Heng's eyes, it was a highly skilled surgical suturing operation, simply an art!

The purplish-black toxins spread along the chains to the depths of the crack, not to poison, but to contaminate and solidify the energy structure of the spatial channel, making it fragile, sluggish, and more difficult to tear open again by violent forces.

A strange purple mist with a sweet, fishy smell permeated the entire crack area, severely interfering with the energy flow between the two ends of the crack, like countless hidden stakes driven into a turbulent river, making the flow of energy obstructed.

"Roar—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Deep within the Reverse World, Kyurem, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Giratina, suddenly sensed an immense crisis!

It clearly sensed that the spatial rift that connected it to the real world was being forcibly sealed off by an extremely strange and powerful force!

The spatial energy became incredibly viscous and stagnant, even carrying a potent poison capable of killing divine beasts!

"No! Damn humans! How dare you cut off my way home!"

An unprecedented panic and rage instantly consumed Kyurem's remaining sanity.

It knew that once the crack was completely closed, it would be trapped in Giratina's home field forever, becoming Giratina's eternal prisoner and plaything!

"Roar—!!!" (Giratina's roar was tinged with surprise!)

Kyurem erupted with reckless abandon! Its massive maw opened, and the dragon-attribute energy within its body frantically gathered and compressed, transforming into a gigantic energy ball containing the power to destroy stars, which it then spewed into space.

Boom! Explosion in the air, turning into meteors and shooting stars—the Dragon-type ultimate move, Meteor Shower!

The meteorite didn't crash into Giratina, but exploded right next to Kyurem! The terrifying shockwave, mixed with countless fragments of space and dragon energy, spread wildly in all directions like the Big Bang!

The entire spatial structure of the inverted world is distorted!

Caught off guard, Giratina was violently thrown back by the devastating impact of the self-destruction. Its massive body rolled and crashed into the endless darkness, temporarily losing its ability to suppress Kyurem.

Taking advantage of this critical moment, Kyurem's eyes flashed with a desperate, mad light. Ignoring his wounds, he swooped down with all his might, transforming into a comet with an icy blue tail, and desperately swooped towards the spatial rift that was being rapidly stitched together and shrinking by the evil chains!

On the icy battlefield, Mr. Zhang Yuanke's hair and beard danced in the energy storm, his dark Zhongshan suit fluttering in the wind.

He looked up at the colossal frost shadow that swooped down with the power to destroy the world. His aged face showed no panic, only an absolute calm that came from having experienced the vicissitudes of life and seen through the cycle of life and death.

That was the elegance and composure of an "old artist," facing the overwhelming ferocity of a first-class deity as if watching flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard.

He didn't even take a step back; he simply raised his hand calmly, and two Poké Balls appeared!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two beams of white light exploded on the ice!