The air was thick with a strong smell, faintly reminiscent of ozone, and other things... a strange and unpleasant odor, like burnt electrical circuits mixed with the smell of rotting flesh.

The eerie laughter of the owl seemed to still linger in the oppressive silence, clinging to the swirling dust.

He wore a strange mask, his eyes gleaming with malicious joy as he surveyed the trapped group—Lin Yi, the calm white-bearded man, the tense yet excited Long Wu, and the ever-mysterious Su Qing. Presumably, Chu Yao was also silently providing support within Lin Yi's interface.

For Night Owl, this was a dead end, victory was assured, and it was just another footnote in his grand dimensional conquest legend.

"You think this is bad?" Lin Yi's voice was low, yet it cut through the tense atmosphere like an ice blade.

That wasn't the sound of fear.

Oh no, that's the sound of the safety catch being released.

"You haven't seen true power yet..."

The smile on Lin Yi's lips was not friendly.

That was the smile a predator wore before its attack, a nonchalant confidence that concealed a promise of impending doom.

It was as if a dam had burst inside him.

The power he recently absorbed may have been a reward for completing a highly secretive mission, or it may have come from upgrading his insane mythical profession; it was no longer just a slight surge.

Instead, it's boiling.

A supernova erupted in his veins, and ancient spacetime energy whispered secrets directly into his soul.

He could almost feel the structure of the reality around him, flexible and compliant, almost yearning to be shaped.

Night Owl chuckled, mistakenly thinking that Lin Yi's calmness meant he had resigned himself to his fate.

"A trapped beast dares to boast. Overwhelm them! Leave the leader unharmed. I will personally dissect his time-manipulation tricks." His voice crackled with authority as the grotesque, transdimensional...things surged forward.

A nightmare was unleashed—claws scraped across the floor, energy weapons made sharp sounds as they activated, and deep roars filled the space.

This is sensory overload caused by impending violence.

But what about Lin Yi? He simply raised one hand, palm facing outward, as if directing traffic to stop.

“Stop? No,” he muttered, his eyes flashing with anger.

"How about... *taking a detour*?"

Then, *bang!*

There was no warning, nor any elaborate setup.

Just moments before, the invaders were charging forward, forming a solid wall of claws, teeth, and strange, luminous objects.

The next moment, reality itself seemed to stall and tear apart in their path.

Not one, but five tiny vortexes tore through the enemy ranks.

They are not entirely black holes.

More like a shimmering, spacetime-distorting vortex, spinning colors that shouldn't exist—colors that seem to sting the eyes and shouldn't exist.

They emit low, discordant frequencies that make your teeth chatter.

Chaos erupted.

The intruder at the front was caught completely off guard and fell straight into the whirlpool.

Some people were instantly torn to pieces, their bodies stretching and snapping like rubber bands stretched too tight.

Others simply vanished, sucked in...who knows?

Maybe it was last Tuesday, or maybe it was that dimension next door where everything is made of cheese.

The effects are immediate and extremely devastating.

A large portion of the assault team has vanished without a trace at the current coordinates.

What a troublemaker!

"By the void above, what is this?!" Night Owl's confident sneer vanished, replaced by genuine surprise, which quickly turned into anger.

"What kind of crazy trick is this?!"

A trick?

Dude, this isn't some cheap magic show.

This is the [Time and Space Overlord] demonstrating its new upgrade capabilities.

These are no longer just simple portals.

These are local "forbidden zones," and the spacetime mixer is set to its highest setting.

The remaining invaders were stunned for a moment, and then launched a fierce attack.

The energy beams hissed through the air, sharp missiles whistled past, and some people even fired bursts of corrosive acid.

A wave of destructive power swept directly towards Lin Yi and his companions.

However, the attack... hit nothing.

Well, it's not like we hit nothing at all.

It struck Lin Yi's area of ​​expertise.

As the missiles and energy beams approached him, the air around Lin Yi visibly distorted.

This is not a solid shield, but more like... reality itself becomes like thick syrup to those attacks.

The energy beam slowed down, extinguished, and dissipated into harmless sparks.

The missile wobbled, lost power, and landed helplessly on the floor a few feet away, looking quite pathetic.

What about the acid?

It just hung there... suspended in mid-air, like a disgusting art installation, then dripped down in slow motion, blatantly defying gravity.

"Wow," Long Wu exhaled, his previous tension replaced by pure awe, and a big smile spread across his face.

"This is too... insane, bro! Seriously, did you install cheat codes in real life?"

Lin Yi did not answer; he was completely absorbed.

He could certainly feel the strain—manipulating spacetime on such a large scale didn't come for free—but the pure sense of control was intoxicating.

He felt like Neo when he first saw the Matrix, except that what he saw was not code, but the real spacetime continuum.

Moreover, he has administrator privileges.

This moment of shock was exactly the opportunity they needed.

"Haa!" Whitebeard roared, his voice like rocks rubbing against each other.

He doesn't like fancy tricks.

His style is pure, direct *slamming*.

His enormous sword, roughly the size of a surfboard and probably just as heavy, instantly transformed into a blurry blur of light and shadow.

He leaped forward with no skill whatsoever, yet with the force of a battering ram.

Each swing of his sword was more than just steel slicing through the air; it was a raw and concentrated power, amplified by the insane skills he possessed.

Lin Yi distorts reality, while Whitebeard directly destroys reality.

*when!

His sword struck the shell of a beetle-like monster.

The sound was deafening.

That outer shell, which could have withstood a missile, shattered into pieces like cheap pottery.

The monster below let out a terrifying scream and was almost cleaved in two.

Whitebeard did not stop; he spun, his sword whistling, carving a path of destruction through the stunned invaders.

This thing is like a human lawnmower, and this lawn is made up of alien nightmares.

"My turn! It's the dragon's time, baby!" Long Wu shouted, cracking his knuckles.

Stop talking about being nervous; this guy is practically trembling with excitement right now.

He slammed his fist into the ground, and a golden energy wave burst outwards.

His form changed; his bones creaked and were reshaped, and scales appeared that shimmered.

Within seconds, the spoiled brat (rich kid) disappeared, replaced by a smaller, leaner, but unmistakably dragon-like form—golden scales, sharp claws, and smoke billowing from its nostrils.

Okay, maybe it's not a *complete* ancient dragon, but it's definitely enough to make you regret starting this fight.

"Taste this heat, you ugly thing!" he roared, spewing out a dazzling golden flame.

It was more than just fire; it felt ancient, imbued with the power of his true dragon bloodline.

The dragon's breath swept over a swarm of spider-like invaders, instantly burning them to ashes, and their squeaking ceased abruptly.

The heat emanating from him was so intense that it made the air shimmer.

Long Wu transformed into the form of a dragon, like a force of nature, weaving through the chaos, tearing with his powerful jaws and spewing flames at anything that moved.

Judging from the (and somewhat frightening) gleam of joy in his reptilian eyes, he was enjoying the best time of his life.

Even Su Qing took action.

She was always a quiet person, and her actions were subtle yet deadly.

Her eyes seemed to shimmer with a faint, ethereal light.

She didn't rush in.

Instead, she made some subtle and precise gestures.

Near her, the space seemed to flicker.

An intruder wielding an axe imbued with malevolent energy suddenly found its weapon harmlessly grazing past Whitebeard, its own trajectory slightly but fatally altered, resulting in it tumbling into the path of Dragon Warrior's raging flames.

Another monster that was trying to attack Lin Yi from the side suddenly froze. Its limbs were stuck as if they were caught in an invisible spatial clamp, and then it was crushed by an invisible pressure.

She is not flamboyant, but she is the hidden behind-the-scenes manipulator on the battlefield, ruthlessly and efficiently creating chaos and opportunities.

In the heat of battle, her mysterious origins seemed more powerful than ever.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi was also busy.

While his domain passively neutralizes incoming threats, he actively controls the battlefield.

More vortexes appeared and disappeared without warning, swallowing enemies whole or spitting them out, leaving them disoriented and falling right into Whitebeard's attack range.

He blinks and makes short-range spatial jumps, appearing behind the enemy and delivering a fatal blow with his hands wrapped in time energy—aging a creature for centuries in a second until it turns to dust, or reversing local time until it degenerates into primitive slime.

He is omnipresent yet elusive, like a ghost dancing amidst the chaos he creates.

Chu Yao's tactical overlay flashed in his field of vision, marking threats, predicting enemy actions, and optimizing his every move.

Efficiency level: God-level.

The situation has taken a dramatic turn.

What should have been an inescapable encirclement, a certain death trap, has now turned into a meat grinder, with Night Owl's "elite" troops becoming unfortunate mincemeat.

Panic began to spread among the remaining invaders.

Their leader's confidence was infectious, but so was his utter fear.

They were not facing trapped prey, but a force that challenged their understanding of the laws of physics.

Night Owl watched all this, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white beneath his skin, which was of some unknown material.

His initial shock had dissipated, leaving only pure and burning anger.

His carefully laid traps and his meticulously selected troops—veterans who had conquered countless dimensions—were dismantled like cheap toys.

It was an insult that Lin Yi could control the situation so easily.

The power it displayed... far exceeded what his intelligence indicated.

“Useless! You’re all trash!” he roared, his voice strained with rage.

He shouted orders, trying to regroup, concentrate firepower, and try to find *any* weakness in Lin Yi's seemingly impenetrable defense and overwhelming attack.

But that's like chasing a cat in a hurricane.

Whitebeard was too powerful, Long Wu was too destructive, Su Qing was too disruptive, and Lin Yi... Lin Yi simply rewrote the rules of battle at will.

The invaders were defeated.

Their morale collapsed, and their numbers dwindled rapidly.

Some tried to escape, but were caught by the sudden vortex or burned to ashes by the aftershocks of the dragon's flames.

The once overwhelming power is now... being overwhelmed.

Night Owl narrowed his eyes, the light in them shifting from malice to a cold, unwavering resolve.

The air around him began to crackle.

Forget about those small fry.

If you want to get things done, especially to beat an incredibly strong newbie...

He deliberately took a step forward, and the floor beneath his boots groaned slightly.

A dark, oppressive energy began to gather around him, far denser and more terrifying than any energy his troops possessed.

"Stop playing games, little timeline anomaly," Night Owl hissed, a sound that foreshadowed endless suffering.

He raised one hand, and dark energy swirled in his palm like a miniature black hole.

"It seems I have to do it myself..." ## Chapter Sixty-One: Counterattack from Desperate Circumstances, Overwhelming Strength

"Tsk, this old guy really thinks highly of me." Lin Yi looked at the overwhelming horde of extradimensional monsters and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

These bizarre-looking things reeked of a nauseating, fishy stench, as if they had crawled out of some cosmic garbage dump.

That guy Night Owl probably pulled out all his hidden trump cards just to ambush Lin Yi here.

"Boss, this quantity... is a bit scary!" Long Wu rarely put away his playful expression and swallowed.

Even though he had awakened the "True Dragon Bloodline," he still felt his scalp tingle when faced with this dark mass.

"What's there to be afraid of!" Lin Yi laughed, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Perfect for practicing with them!" Since merging with the "Time Oscillation" technique taught by Whitebeard, his strength has increased to a new level.

Dealing with these small fry couldn't be easier!

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yi's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing at the very center of the monster horde.

With a wave of his hands, golden ripples spread out from him, freezing the monsters in their tracks, their movements stiff and their expressions contorted.

"Time Cage!" Lin Yi shouted, and golden ripples transformed into a huge cage, trapping thousands of monsters inside.

"That's it?" Lin Yi curled his lip, this "time cage" was just an appetizer.

The real killer move is yet to come!

He raised his right hand and lightly tapped his index finger, and the monster trapped in the cage instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a trace!

"Time Annihilation!" Lin Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a judgment from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

This scene left Long Wu speechless.

This guy has gotten even stronger!

This is simply... insane!

"Boss is awesome!" Long Wu snapped out of his daze, shouted excitedly, and joined the battle.

With Lin Yi's strong start, the morale of the other teammates was greatly boosted.

On the other side, Night Owl stared at the dwindling number of monsters on the screen, his face ashen.

Damn it!

How did this guy become so strong!

Could it be... that he has already mastered the true power of the "Master of Time and Space"?

"Xuanmingzi, what the hell are you doing!" Night Owl roared.

“I am merely an observer.” Xuan Mingzi’s tone remained calm, as if everything was under his control. “As for Lin Yi, his fate is up to him.”

"Hmph! I'd like to see just how much trouble he can cause!" Night Owl said through gritted teeth.

He knew that he had to get rid of Lin Yi as soon as possible, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

On the battlefield, Lin Yi was like a god of war, invincible.

Every time he made a move, large numbers of monsters were annihilated.

Su Qing and Chu Yao also demonstrated their formidable strength, working in perfect harmony to divide and surround the enemy.

"Lin Yi, watch out!" Su Qing suddenly exclaimed.

A black figure descended from the sky, carrying a sharp killing intent, and rushed straight towards Lin Yi!

"Night Owl!" Lin Yi recognized the person at a glance.

This old bastard finally couldn't resist taking matters into his own hands!

"Lin Yi, your end has come!" Night Owl grinned maliciously, conjuring a black energy ball in his hand that radiated an aura of destruction.

"You think you can take me?" Lin Yi sneered.

The real battle is about to begin!