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"This is! This is!!" Forcing down the shock in its heart, it felt the completely realistic and hot environment around it, yet the metal was filled with an unusual dread.
At that moment, Yang Xiaoyou's jade pendant popped up, and only it and the Fox Demon sensed something amiss. Clearly, while possessing such formidable qualities, its Spirit Realm was not low either. Perhaps it could not reach the level of the Fox Demon, but its passive sensing was already sufficient!
At this moment, the entire space felt utterly real to it! Even the tactile sensation and the hot air were exactly the same. The rust on the weapons scattered on the ground and the overall atmosphere exuded an ancient and eternal aura, bringing it an inexplicable pressure.
The fear of the unknown is an instinct inherent to all beings. This situation, which exceeded common sense and was completely indescribable, deeply stimulated it!
How could such a phenomenon exist in this world? Such skill!!!
Thinking of this, it couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "I thought my willpower could immunize me against most mental pressures. It seems I was just sitting in a well and watching the sky."
Ultimately, having reached this level of strength and status, although it found some aspects difficult to comprehend, it understood that this was essentially a method of wielding power; it was just that the opponent's realm surpassed its own too much to see through!
However,
To use such constraints to directly invade its mind required far greater effort and difficulty from the user than it could muster! This is also why Sister Four, despite having a higher Spirit Realm than itself, could do nothing against it!
The opponent was indeed strong, but it wasn't without any chance! As long as it could break free from these constraints, there would still be an opportunity to escape!
Now it understood that when facing such an unfathomable opponent, defeating them without grasping their trump cards was impossible. Even if revenge were to be sought later, careful planning would be necessary!
Compared to the metal, the inherent disadvantages of the other beings became apparent. Although they possessed immense strength and terrifying instincts, most of them fell short compared to human Momentum Level experts in terms of realm. Their inner emptiness made their flaws and vulnerabilities quite evident.
Upon entering this environment, instinctively gathering around their leader, their eyes were filled with confusion.
"Alright," Yang Xiaoyou said. "Let's deal with some questions later; I need to resolve the immediate trouble first." Feeling the dead fish-like gaze fixed on its back, Yang Xiaoyou had no choice but to calm itself for a moment. Then it grabbed hold of a fellow who was inspecting the authenticity of the weapons on the ground with its teeth and handed it over to Mother Empress, gathering strength for a final strike.
With the aid of those magical artifacts, he had indeed drawn his opponent into his own world. However, he had to admit that the strength of the leading figure was truly unfathomable.
In the months since Iceland's arrival, he had digested his previous accumulations, and even he could not grasp just how strong he had become. He had completely embarked on a different path from his past life.
He began to utilize the fusion of momentum, leaving no room for resistance! Instantly erasing two formidable opponents was the best proof of his power!
Yet, facing that leader who was closing in on him, he decisively chose to sacrifice most of his hard-earned artifacts to pull the opponent into his mental realm.
A vague intuition told him that even if he could suppress the opponent with the fusion of momentum, he would never be able to crush them. In fact, there was a high possibility that some unforeseen event could pose a significant threat to him!
Even now, when everything seemed to be under his control, Yang Xiaoyou felt an unsettling sense of foreboding.
Nevertheless, no matter what, the initiative was in his hands. Even if the opponent could eventually break free from his world using some special method, he would ensure they suffered a mental backlash far beyond his own!
A red glow flickered in his eyes as Yang Xiaoyou erupted with a distorted ripple that resonated with the earth. With both palms raised, all the discarded weapons on the ground instantly transformed and trembled as they soared upward!
A tornado composed of Sword Aura spiraled toward the remaining opponents, strangling them in its wake!
This magnificent scene left the three outsiders in shock, unable to find words to describe their feelings at that moment.
Even the bystanders were impacted by such force; those directly affected were pale-faced and unable to muster any emotions of resistance apart from metal.
"Psychic attack! You merely want to pressure my mind! Destroy my will! Annihilate my soul! I am metal! Not even a virus can take my life! You stand no chance!" Facing this overwhelming assault, Metal roared loudly. Even within Yang Xiaoyou's world, one could see distorted ripples spreading outward.
As the Sword Aura approached, he suddenly went into a frenzy, grabbing the two other companions beside him and using them as weapons to swing against the oncoming Sword Aura.
He fiercely protected himself, allowing the two Meat Shields to absorb the majority of the incoming Sword Aura attacks.
Overloaded with damage, those two Meat Shields shattered like glass in no time. He then grabbed two more companions beside him, who were flickering in and out of visibility and clearly on the verge of collapse. This time, he pressed them together with both hands, crushing them into a mass before swallowing them whole. The wounds on his body, marked by the Sword Aura and resembling Digital Symbols, began to heal at a visible speed!
His previously injured and somewhat transparent body solidified significantly, as if it had instantly restored itself!
With a roar that echoed like a trapped beast, he seemed to grasp a certain rhythm. He directly snatched a flying blade with his bare hands. The Soul Aura emanating from him infected the blade, turning it the same color as his body, and he began to use it as a weapon to block incoming attacks!
Each time he was wounded, wisps of black mist emerged from the wounds, making him even more feral!
The swirling black mist, although it made him slightly more transparent as if bleeding, simultaneously corroded the surrounding space!
However, just as he continued to raise his sword to block what appeared to be an ordinary Sword Aura, he suddenly realized in horror that the blade supported by his overdrawn soul had shattered in his hand. At that moment, a pair of gradually solidifying palms appeared at the hilt of the incoming blade. Following that, a strikingly handsome figure emerged—Yang Xiaoyou—along with those cold and emotionless crimson eyes, appearing right in the midst of the sword formation!
That seemingly ordinary blade cut through his weapon without hesitation or obstruction and instantly pierced through his body!
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