The dark blue runes on Dark Blade's fingertips exploded in the independent space-time, like an invisible knife piercing directly into Su Qing's sea of consciousness.
Her once clear eyes were instantly clouded with a layer of gray mist, and the positioning crystal she was holding between her fingers shattered into dust with a "crack." Blood flowed down between her fingers, spreading into dark red flowers on the ground.
"Su Qing!" The white-bearded, rough hand pressed against the back of her neck, and his powerful internal energy flowed into her meridians like a warm current. However, the interference was like a bone-deep ailment, which even his "Thousand-Pound Guard" could not block.
The old man's white hair at his temples trembled wildly in the aftershocks of the battle, and blood vessels were visible in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes—this was his first time on the battlefield since recovering from his injuries. He had thought he could share the burden with Lin Yi, but unexpectedly, the most crucial source of intelligence had run into trouble first.
In the field of vision of "space-time insight", Night Owl's "annihilation ray" and Xuanmingzi's "chaotic storm" are approaching each other in a cross shape.
Lin Yi's temples bulged with veins, and the attack trajectory that he could originally predict was now completely garbled.
He gritted his teeth and bit his tongue until it bled. As the metallic taste spread, the star trails in his pupils suddenly flickered—the interference from the Dark Blade was strong, but it couldn't break the foundation of a mythical-level profession.
"Chu Yao, locate the Dark Blade's mental anchor point!" He drew the Space-Time Blade from his waist with a backhand motion, the blade humming and vibrating. "Long Wu, give me three seconds!"
"Alright!" The dragon scale pattern on Long Wu's neck instantly covered half of his face, and his originally flashy casual clothes were ripped apart by his bulging muscles, revealing his chest covered with dark gold scales.
He leaped into the air, his dragon tail sweeping away the air and creating a vacuum, crashing into the tip of the annihilation ray fired by the night owl.
The beam of light, capable of melting through alloys, only produced a string of sparks on the dragon scales. He then swung his claw back and shattered half of the chaotic storm.
"Good lad!" Aizen stood behind, the Hogyoku at his fingertips swirling with an eerie purple light.
He pushed up his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses suddenly turned as cold as a knife. "Dark Blade's mental energy fluctuations are in the third fold of distorted spacetime—Chu Yao, share the coordinates!"
Almost simultaneously, a mechanical voice sounded in Lin Yi's ears: "Locked, coordinates x - 7, Y - 12, depth -5. Requires 30% of spacetime energy to maintain positioning."
Lin Yi did not answer.
He knelt on one knee, his right hand on the ground, and his left hand forming the "folding seal" exclusive to the ruler of time and space.
The previously stable space suddenly exploded like dough thrown into hot oil, sizzling and bursting into countless tiny streaks of light.
He could clearly feel that his spacetime energy was flowing away at a visible speed—this "spacetime folding" technique was a mythical secret he had just comprehended last week. Theoretically, it could compress spacetime within a certain range into a controllable "fold," but the side effect was that it would draw the caster's life force as fuel.
"Brother Lin! Are you fucking crazy?" Long Wu had just dealt with a group of henchmen when he turned around and saw the white hair at Lin Yi's temples. "I only tried this move once, and you were bedridden for three days last time!"
"Shut up!" Lin Yi hissed, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground, creating tiny ripples in spacetime.
He could hear the cracking of his bones—the force of time and space reshaping his body to withstand the pressure of the folding.
Dark Blade's cold laughter suddenly exploded in his mind: "You? This move requires at least two Mythical-level spacetime energies to support it. You think you are—"
"boom!"
A muffled thud made everyone's eardrums ache.
The annihilation rays and chaos storm that were originally approaching suddenly seemed to be rewound, rushing back to the feet of Night Owl and Xuanmingzi.
Night Owl's pupils contracted sharply. Just as he was about to raise his dark purple shield, the annihilation ray that had been deflected pierced through the shield, burning a charred hole in his left shoulder.
Xuan Mingzi fared even worse. His Chaos Storm was composed of spatial turbulence, and when it rebounded, it directly shredded half of his right arm, with bits of flesh mixed with dark blue blood spraying all over his face.
"Success!" Aizen's Hogyoku suddenly erupted with dazzling purple light, and countless tiny light blades emerged from the void, precisely piercing through the twenty-seven other-dimensional priests who were forming hand seals.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Long Wu pounced on Night Owl, his dragon claws tearing through his defenses with a sonic boom, leaving three deep, bone-revealing wounds on his chest.
On the white-bearded side, Su Qing suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The gray mist faded from her eyes, and the positioning crystal re-condensed at her fingertips: "The Dark Blade's mental anchor point is... in the deepest part of the folded spacetime!"
The situation reversed instantly.
But no one noticed the glance that Night Owl and Xuanmingzi exchanged.
Night Owl clutched his left shoulder, blood dripping through his fingers onto the ground, only to be absorbed by some force the instant it touched the earth.
He grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth: "Xuanming, it's time to use that move."
The flesh and blood at the point where Xuanmingzi's arm was severed were regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless golden runes appeared in his pupils, which were "divine scripts" used only by the core programs of advanced civilizations: "Fusion Protocol, Activate."
"Buzz—"
Suddenly, the world fell into a deathly silence.
In Lin Yi's "space-time insight", the energy fluctuations of Night Owl and Xuan Mingzi are rapidly accumulating.
The owl's dark purple energy is "annihilation" that corrodes everything, while Xuanmingzi's dark blue energy is "chaos" that disrupts everything. At this moment, the two are merging like yin and yang fish, forming a strange ball of light that is black with purple and purple with blue.
The surface of the light sphere was covered with fine lines, each of which created a spiderweb-like crack in the space.
"Back off!" Lin Yi roared, pulling over the nearest Long Wu. The spacetime blade drew a semi-transparent protective barrier around the two of them.
Aizen's Hogyoku suddenly trembled violently. His face turned pale, and he staggered back two steps: "This energy... is it going to kill us all?"
The volume of the light sphere is still expanding.
The corpses of the previously destroyed grunts suddenly stood up, their eyes turning pure black, and energy of the same color as the orb surging beneath their skin.
Dark Blade's laughter echoed from the independent dimension, even more piercing than before: "Taste it! This is the 'Annihilation Chaos Core' forged with your rebound energy! The entire spacetime of the battlefield will be crushed into atoms—including your gods!"
Su Qing suddenly grabbed the white-bearded man's wrist, her fingertips as cold as ice: "Grandpa, I think... I remember something." Golden runes, the same as Xuan Mingzi's, appeared in her eyes, and the positioning crystal emitted a dazzling white light. "The core of that light sphere... in the third fold of spacetime, overlapped with the anchor point of the Dark Blade..."
Lin Yi's spacetime energy has run out.
He watched the approaching ball of light, and the golden light in Su Qing's eyes. He suddenly remembered what this girl, who always carried a notebook, had said when he first met her: "Perhaps our meeting was a script arranged by time and space."
The blast wave from the light sphere has already reached the protective barrier.
Lin Yi felt as if a red-hot knife was cutting into his internal organs, and the Time-Space Blade clattered to the ground.
Ryuu's scales began to peel off, cracks appeared in Aizen's Hogyoku, and a gap was torn in Whitebeard's Senjutsu.
Just then.
A very thin silver line suddenly appeared in the spacetime of the entire battlefield.
The silver thread extended from Su Qing's positioning crystal, passed through everyone's pupils, and finally disappeared into the ball of light that was about to explode.
Dark Blade's laughter abruptly stopped.
Night Owl and Xuanmingzi looked up at the same time, and for the first time, panic appeared on their faces.
Just before Lin Yi's consciousness faded, he heard Su Qing's voice.
The voice was no longer weak or trembling; it was like an echo that had transcended countless times: "Brother, hold my hand."
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