Chapter 2400 Backstabbing (3)
The dimensional gate is one-way; it cannot be breached by external attacks.
Therefore, Zhang Yi's sword strike was powerful enough to attack the Remnant Scorpion, but the Remnant Scorpion's attack could not reach Zhang Yi through the dimensional gate.
With the Eternal Judgment Sword in Zhang Yi's hands, he displayed unparalleled swordsmanship.
This is not some fancy sword dance, but a sharp and effective attack that is most useful for killing enemies on the battlefield.
With the power of the Dark Realm Flow, sword after sword struck, as if cutting melons and vegetables, the sword light like a sudden rainstorm covering the sky above the scorpion!
The scorpion roared and fought back with all its might!
However, even though his ability index was 3000 points higher than Zhang Yi's, the difference in his understanding of his own abilities meant that the power of his death ray was insufficient to contend with the antimatter energy of the universe's origin.
The battle lasted less than three minutes before the scorpion's body was finally cleaved into pieces by Zhang Yi's sharp sword!
The battle ended cleanly and efficiently, and Zhang Yi casually stored the three portions of Black Bishop-level primal power into his alternate dimension.
Morgan watched from afar with great envy; he was willing to exchange these three powerful primal forces for anything.
But it's clear that Zhang Yi wouldn't make a deal with him.
"Everyone's ability index is about the same, so why is there such a big difference in combat power?"
"Is this the power of having dual spacetime attributes?"
That's right, the difference in ability is that huge.
If in the past Zhang Yi was invincible in defense simply because of his spatial abilities...
Now, his attack power has also been greatly enhanced!
The guidance from Ling and the two spiritual exchanges with the giant Drucker were incredibly beneficial for Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi stood with his sword in hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his gaze cold and indifferent, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.
The battlefield fell silent once more, with only the lingering stench of blood in the air reminding everyone that what had just happened was not a dream, but naked death and betrayal.
With Zhang Yi having eliminated the three main enemies on the front lines, the battle was quickly coming to an end.
Yang Xinxin, Brian, and Morgan led a group of elite Colombian warriors and quickly wiped out the remaining Dark Apostles.
The battlefield in the Dark Sun Forest gradually quieted down. The air was still thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder, and wreckage and ashes were scattered across the desolate land.
The massive body of the scorpion was gone; only the shattered, black fragments sank into the sand and slowly vanished into nothingness.
Dao Lan and the aura of the group of dark apostles completely dissipated, as if they had never existed.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence after Zhang Yi's single blow shattered it.
Zhou Ke'er and Yang Siya emerged from the shadows. Zhou Ke'er first checked Zhang Yi's body and was relieved to find that he was as usual and had not lost a single hair.
Zhang Yi took a small cake from Yang Siya's hand and put it in his mouth.
All the negative physical reactions caused by the battle, even just the muscle strain from swinging the sword, quickly disappeared.
Most importantly, his spirits lifted.
Killing is not a pleasant thing.
Murderous intent can erode a person's heart, so Zhang Yi once mentioned to Yang Siya that he would add ingredients that stimulate dopamine secretion to supernatural foods.
"Since we arrived here, the fighting has been nonstop. I don't know what kind of enemies we'll face next. I'm really worried!"
Yang Siya straightened Zhang Yi's battle armor and said with a worried expression.
"There won't be any trouble."
Zhang Yi, however, spoke with absolute certainty.
"Hey, Zhang Yi, what's going on? It's like you're hiding something from us."
Yang Siya stared at him with a hint of reproach.
Zhang Yi shrugged and laughed, "You didn't ask me either!"
Yang Siya was speechless for a moment.
"There's nothing particularly noteworthy to explain; it's just that we used Gao Changkong's abilities to deduce some possibilities."
Zhang Yi said lightly.
Yang Siya, Zhou Ke'er, and the others heard these words and probably guessed what was going on, but before they could ask any more questions, Morgan and the others came over.
The people of Colombia remained silent for a long time, completely shocked by the strength Zhang Yi had displayed.
Morgan's body was still injured, his clothes were tattered, and there were charred marks on his chest left by the remnant scorpion's death beam.
But his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yi.
"chaos……"
His throat was dry, and his tone was complicated, "How exactly...did you do that? You were able to completely crush a being of the Remnant Scorpion's level all by yourself...and why did Dao Lan suddenly betray you?"
Zhang Yi lowered his eyes, his fingertips lightly brushing against the blade to wipe away the remaining dark aura.
His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone.
"Because I ruined someone's plans."
Morgan frowned, a flood of questions welling up in his mind.
He couldn't help but press, "Some people? Who are you referring to? The Vatican? Or..."
Zhang Yi raised his eyes, his gaze as dark as an abyss.
He didn't say it directly, but simply uttered, "You'll understand soon enough."
Zhang Yi had done what needed to be done and was too lazy to explain. He figured things would become clear once King Arthur and Saladin returned.
After all, they are allies of the Pupil Organization, so their relationship is even closer.
As for these people in Colombia, Zhang Yi was still unwilling to reveal too much important information.
Morgan was startled, but did not press the matter further.
He suddenly realized that perhaps any further words would be futile in front of Zhang Yi.
On the path of those with superpowers, their opponents have already gone far ahead of them.
The people of Colombia looked at each other, their faces displaying complex emotions.
It was a mix of shock, fear, and unease about the future.
Zhang Yi stood with his sword in hand, gazing deeper into the Dark Sun Forest.
There, black mist churned, and layers of space appeared and disappeared, like a series of collapsed dimensional ruins stretching out.
"Let's go, keep going!"
He said his voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable power.
Morgan gritted his teeth, leaning on a golden cane, and struggled to keep up.
A rare emotion suddenly welled up in his heart—next to Zhang Yi, no matter how hard he tried, it seemed he could never catch up with her pace.
They continued forward, crossing the crumbling woodland.
The darkness in the air grew stronger, and the sense of mental oppression became more pronounced.
Even the most elite warriors in Colombia had to grit their teeth and inject themselves with drugs that boosted brain cell activity in order to resist the mind-eroding power.
Soon after, a series of booming sounds came from ahead.
The earth shook violently, branches and leaves rippled, and large shadows spread outwards like waves.
