novelbin Chapter 2556 The Two Heavenly Supremes
Chapter 2556 The Two Heavenly Supremes
The Abyss Clan's Monchi made his move. With just a simple action, he enveloped Zhang Yi and all the six generations behind him, making them feel as if they were about to suffocate!
The air was gradually evacuated, and the pressure of the atmosphere was as if its parameters had been forcibly adjusted.
The colors around my field of vision became more bluish, cooler, and deeper.
Each breath felt like seawater filling my chest.
Morgan couldn't hold back any longer, his face turning red as he gritted his teeth and said, "He's going to make a move!"
Saladin's muscles bulged, and his blood and qi surged.
King Arthur stepped forward, and the aura of the Knights of the Round Table seemed to light up a golden arc in the void.
But they all knew—they were just reacting instinctively. There was very little they could actually do.
Because now, they even find it difficult to lift a sword.
Monkey's power pressed down, very gently and slowly, yet simultaneously a very dangerous thought arose in everyone's mind:
"Damn it! This guy is incredibly powerful; he might not even be able to stop Zhang Yi!"
Even though he had just defeated four knight-level powerhouses.
Even though Ling was by his side.
But the abyssal power revealed at this moment sent a chill down one's spine.
This sense of oppression is clearly a whole level higher than any opponent we've faced before!
"chaos."
Monchi's tone remained calm, as if he were stating a proposition rather than launching a plunder.
"I will be as gentle as possible."
"We will control your ability to move, but we will not destroy your mind."
"This is not a humiliation for you personally."
His fingertips clenched slightly as he spoke the cruelest words in the gentlest tone.
The air continued to collapse.
Zhang Yi's eye twitched slightly.
He was already activating the dimensional gate, surrounding himself with all things in the universe, and simultaneously manipulating the second hand of time to lock onto the next five seconds, preparing to reverse the space at any moment and break free from the pressure of the abyss.
But he was also very clear about one thing:
This opponent is not simply "another strong one".
This is an enemy on another level.
The sense of oppression intensified, as if the entire continent was tilting towards him.
Even Ling's aura was subtly restrained. Her body was not shaken, but her power was as if it were blocked by a layer of heavy mist, unable to be fully unleashed instantly.
At this moment——
The structure of heaven and earth has changed.
It wasn't the earth cracking open, nor the sky changing color, but rather—
The word "space" suddenly gained weight in that instant.
The air was "pushed" open like glass.
Invisible ripples spread out, directly resisting the sea-like gravity pressing down from the abyss.
Countless people subconsciously looked up.
They saw two rifts silently tear open in mid-air.
One black, one white.
The black fissure resembled a sleeping abyss, a vertical pupil, heavy, cold, and seemingly capable of swallowing everything.
The white cracks, however, resembled a beam of light so clean it was almost blinding—cold white, not warm, but extremely pure.
That wasn't an ordinary spatial rift. A normal tear in space would create ripples and disrupt energy flow.
These two fissures were terrifyingly stable, as if they had always belonged to this place, only they had been closed before and were now being opened.
Then, two figures emerged from the crack.
The dark figure landed first.
It was a figure of abnormally tall stature, clad in scales as solidified as night, with a deep metallic luster flowing between the scales, not a single superfluous line. Each scale was like a rune existing for slaughter.
His aura was not flamboyant, and he did not deliberately release his power, yet all the knight-level beings instinctively tensed up at the same moment.
The oppressive feeling wasn't the oppressive feeling of "the appearance of a strong person," but rather the oppressive feeling of "the arrival of a superior at the structural level."
His appearance caused even the Abyss Clan's Monchi to momentarily pause in his mental domain.
The other one was a white shadow.
The white figure is more human-like than the black figure, and the entire human figure is outlined with the cleanest lines.
His body was tall and slender, and his robes were so white that not a speck of dust was visible; even the lines seemed to have been polished by some kind of ultimate order.
His hair was also white, falling over his shoulders, but his eyes were a cold, pale gold, like a frozen galaxy.
They stood side by side, one in black and one in white, exchanging no extra glances, yet they instantly took control of the entire area.
Representatives of many ancient races changed their expressions the moment they saw the black and white figures.
Some people's pupils contracted sharply.
Some even forgot to continue pretending to be arrogant and couldn't help but hold their breath.
Whispers erupted among the many ancient races:
"...Dragon Clan".
"It's the dragons! Why are they here too?"
"The overlords of the previous era! They've actually joined this struggle. Do they also want the remains of the Sword Knight?"
The voices of some racial representatives were no longer filled with surprise, but rather with a trembling dread.
Even six generations of humans are not entirely familiar with dragons.
For many races that have survived from the previous era or even the era before that, this name is a "myth weighing on their heads."
They remember.
In those ancient, almost legendary years, the Drucker race ran rampant—a mad species personally regulated, out of control, and patched up by the Creator himself, attempting to use the entire planet Earth as an incubator.
Back then, not all races dared to raise their heads and speak.
Almost every era, at its final moment, the Creator's will creates an environment more suitable for the birth of powerful beings.
Therefore, in every era, Omega-level beings are born to maintain the order of the universe.
In the previous era, reptiles reigned supreme.
Ultimately, it was the fifth generation of the Yihuan clan—the Dragon Clan—that sealed away the Druk God Clan!
The Black Dragon Abyss is still, the White Dragon Prince is silent.
The most powerful and talented being of this generation of dragons.
One in black, one in white, two supreme beings!
And now, these two people stood before Zhang Yi. Meng Qi's aura instantly crumbled, becoming as insignificant as a breeze.
Heilongyuanjing spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was deep and resonant, like a hammer blow to the bone, each word distinct and without any unnecessary exaggeration: "Stop."
Just one word—stop.
But that "stop" fell from his mouth like a command, taking effect immediately within the field.
The oppressive force field that the Abyss Clan Monchi was just operating suddenly collapsed on the spot with a "boom," as if the power had been cut off!
The air rebounded instantly, and everyone gasped for breath at the same time. Even the knight-level powerhouses subconsciously clutched their chests, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.
The Nightmare Clan member remained kneeling, struggling to regain his mental dominance. However, as long as Ling's gaze remained fixed on him, he could not stand up.
Bai Longzi Yuanmo didn't speak immediately.
He merely glanced around the entire room, his gaze like a blade of light, devoid of emotion, yet causing everyone to unconsciously withdraw their killing intent.
Then he spoke, his voice clear, calm, and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if reciting an objective law of nature:
"Let's stop this pointless internal strife."