Inside the temple, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and the clash of swords created a dance of death.
At this moment, in Lin Yi's eyes, Night Owl's punchable face was more annoying than maggots in the toilet.
"Space-time distortion!"
Lin Yi let out a low shout, and ripples spread around him, making the air seem thicker.
The bullets and magic that were originally shooting like a rain of pear blossoms suddenly became distorted the moment they approached Lin Yi. They either collided and canceled each other out, or they just grazed past the hem of his clothes, without touching a single hair on his head.
"Holy crap, what kind of crazy move is this?" Night Owl's eyes widened, as if he had seen a sow climb a tree, and he simply couldn't believe his eyes.
The men he brought were the elite of the elite, well-equipped and highly trained. How come they were like kindergarten children in front of Lin Yi, completely powerless to fight back?
Long Wu didn't care about any of that; he had been holding back his anger for a long time.
With a deafening roar, Long Wu transformed on the spot into a gigantic golden dragon tens of meters long. Its golden scales shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, exuding majesty and domineering aura.
"Aww—"
Long Wu roared and swung his huge dragon claw, smashing the black-clad men at the front into a bloody pulp.
The dragon's breath was like a flamethrower, instantly turning a large area into a sea of fire.
The men in black screamed and wailed as they struggled in the flames; the scene was horrific.
"True dragon bloodline?!" Night Owl exclaimed in surprise. Although he was arrogant, he still felt a chill when facing a real dragon.
Although Whitebeard was seriously injured, he was still vigorous and his skills remained sharp.
He gripped the longsword tightly, his eyes resolute, standing firm as a rock.
He moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd. Wherever his sword flashed, blood splattered and screams echoed.
"Old man, you're practically half-buried, and you're still fighting so hard?" Night Owl couldn't help but mock Whitebeard as he watched him bravely fight the enemy.
"Hmph, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" the white-bearded man roared, his longsword becoming even sharper.
Although Chu Yao only has some auxiliary functions left, she still does her best to provide tactical support for her teammates.
Using her computational skills, she constantly analyzed the enemy's movement patterns, providing her teammates with the best attack routes and defense plans.
"Lin Yi, the enemy's firepower is weakest at the three o'clock position on the left!"
"Long Wu, watch out on the right, there's a sniper!"
"Whitebeard, back off! There's a trap!"
Under Chu Yao's command, Lin Yi and his men were in their element, handling the situation with ease and defeating Night Owl's forces.
Aizen, meanwhile, calmly hid among the crowd, searching for Night Owl's weakness.
He knew that only by defeating the Night Owl could he completely dismantle the enemy's offensive.
"Now!"
Aizen's eyes narrowed, and his figure flashed like a ghost, instantly appearing behind Night Owl. The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly, aiming straight for Night Owl's back.
"You're asking for death!" Night Owl was no pushover either. He was a veteran of countless battles and had a wealth of experience. The moment Aizen launched his attack, he sensed the danger.
He turned around abruptly, his weapon blocking Aizen's dagger.
"clang--"
A crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.
The two engaged in fierce close combat, their swords flashing and their attacks dazzling the onlookers.
Su Qing stood aside, quietly watching the battle unfold.
A mysterious light flickered in her eyes, as if she were brewing something.
Suddenly, she stretched out her hands, and an invisible force surged from her body, enveloping the entire temple.
"ah--"
The men in black seemed to be disturbed by something, and they all clutched their heads and screamed in pain. Their movements became sluggish and their attacks became chaotic.
"What kind of power is this?" Night Owl looked at Su Qing in horror, his heart filled with doubt.
He had never seen such a bizarre power before; it was beyond his comprehension.
With everyone working together, Night Owl's forces were routed and suffered heavy casualties.
Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Yi and the others broke through and rushed out of the temple.
However, as soon as Lin Yi rushed out of the temple, he saw a familiar figure standing not far away, looking at them with a gloomy expression.
Xuan Mingzi!
"Lin Yi, you really didn't disappoint me. You actually managed to escape from Night Owl's clutches." Xuan Mingzi's voice was deep and hoarse, like a demon from hell.
"Xuanmingzi, you've finally shown yourself." Lin Yi looked coldly at Xuanmingzi. He had long wanted to settle things with Xuanmingzi and get rid of this troublesome person completely.
"Heh, Lin Yi, do you really think you can stop me? You're too naive." Xuan Mingzi smiled contemptuously, as if looking at a clown.
"Whether I can stop you or not, we'll find out soon enough!" Lin Yi roared and launched the first attack.
"Time-space teleportation!"
Lin Yi's figure vanished from his spot in an instant. The next moment, he appeared behind Xuan Mingzi, his long sword piercing straight into Xuan Mingzi's back.
Xuanmingzi was no pushover either. He was a veteran of countless battles and had a wealth of experience. The moment Lin Yi launched his attack, he sensed the danger.
He turned around abruptly, using his whisk to block Lin Yi's longsword.
A crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.
The two engaged in a fierce battle at extreme speed, their blurry figures colliding repeatedly in the air.
Using his ability to control spacetime, Lin Yi constantly teleported behind Xuan Mingzi to launch attacks, catching Xuan Mingzi off guard and temporarily gaining the upper hand.
"Damn it!" Xuan Mingzi roared. He hadn't expected Lin Yi to be so fast, making it impossible for him to defend against.
He could only keep waving the whisk in his hand, barely managing to fend off Lin Yi's attacks.
However, Xuanmingzi was powerful after all, and his old face was as thick as a city wall. Lin Yi gained the upper hand, but he only lost face for a fraction of a second.
He quickly adjusted his mindset. Hey, the old guy's not going to play the speed game with you anymore, he's going all out!
"Hmph, junior, mere child's tricks!" Xuan Mingzi snorted coldly, and with a sudden flick of his tattered whisk, he no longer foolishly blocked, but instead drew an extremely strange arc in the air.
In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked out, and a deathly silence that made one's scalp tingle and even one's soul tremble was enveloped.
Immediately afterwards, the tip of the whisk exploded with a "poof" into a cloud of ink-like black mist. The thing was not like mist, but rather like something alive, with a sticky, nauseating stench, twisting and pulling at the surrounding space wildly!
"Sizzle—" It sounded like glass being ripped apart, and the spatial structure groaned under the strain.
Lin Yi felt as if his [Time-Space Teleportation] was stuck in a swamp, and every time he activated it, it was extremely sluggish, as if countless cold and sticky hands were dragging him.
"Holy crap, what is this? An interdimensional spell? This is really weird!" Lin Yi cursed inwardly, but dared not stop what he was doing.
Xuan Mingzi's lips curled into a sinister smile as he looked at Lin Yi's disheveled appearance, clearly pleased with himself.
"Feel despair!" He swung his whisk even faster, and more black mist spread out, even transforming into countless blurry ghostly figures with bared teeth and claws, howling, and pounced on Lin Yi like mad dogs.
Where the ghostly figure passed, even the rocks seemed to be corroded, emitting wisps of black smoke.
"Damn it!" Lin Yi's brows furrowed, and he pushed the power of [Time and Space Domination] to its limit.
He nimbly darted and weaved through the confined space, dodging the bites of the ghostly figures and the corrosive influence of the black mist, while simultaneously wielding his longsword to parry.
"Clang! Sizzle—" The sword blade struck the black mist, producing a piercing sound like a red-hot iron being thrown into ice water, sparks flying everywhere, and a burnt smell lingering.
With each collision, Lin Yi felt a cold and domineering force, as if it could freeze his soul, travel along the sword, making his arm go numb.
This power is too strange; it's simply not something that should exist in the mortal realm!
The battle has reached a fever pitch!
The two fought back and forth, from the temple ruins to mid-air. Golden sword light and pitch-black mist collided wildly, and the deafening roar of energy explosions completely crushed the surrounding broken walls and ruins into dust.
Xuanmingzi seemed to be steadily suppressing Lin Yi with his strange black mist magic, but Lin Yi's elusive movements and extremely tricky sword moves also made him feel restricted. Several times, the black mist was torn apart by the sharp sword energy, and he was almost pierced through the heart by the long sword.
Both of them were really angry, and they were both getting a little carried away by the other's tenacity.
Just when the tension was so high that the air itself seemed to be on fire, suddenly—an indescribable feeling of palpitation gripped the hearts of everyone present without warning, including Lin Yi and Xuan Mingzi, who were locked in fierce combat!
Almost simultaneously, the two abruptly stopped, turned their heads in unison, and directed their sharp gazes toward a certain direction outside the stronghold.
There, something seems to be... about to come out.
"Heh, finally couldn't hold back anymore..." Xuanmingzi
These words made Lin Yi's heart skip a beat.
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