thefictionvixens Chapter 291 Suffocating Suppression!
Chapter 291 Suffocating Suppression!
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With the entry of a third party, everyone felt a chill.
Thor and the others, in particular, looked up at the black-robed figure that had appeared out of nowhere in the distance—
The figure stood atop the highest point of the ruins, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his hood obscuring most of his face, revealing only a sharply defined chin.
He stood there like a ghost emerging from the void, without any warning or presence, as if he had always been there, but no one had noticed.
Then, the hood was thrown off.
Below, a weathered yet strangely roguish white-haired face was revealed.
It's that man!
Of course they recognized him—wasn't this the guy who took Rune King away before?
To this day, Rune King has not returned to the battlefield.
Now that the other party has returned, does that mean—
Rune King... has he already been dealt with?
Everyone's pupils contracted slightly.
A sense of horror spread through the crowd like an electric current. They all raised their weapons in unison—knives, hammers, axe blades, gun barrels—and pointed them at the white-haired man.
It is clear that this war may not end as quickly as they imagine.
The air freezes.
Even the wind stopped.
Only the white-haired man stood on high, looking down at everyone with a faint, ambiguous smile on his lips.
His white hair stood out starkly against the gray sky, like the first snow of winter.
Compared to the others who were on high alert, Qi Xuan stared intently at the man with a subtle, almost imperceptible gaze.
because--
She placed her hand on her chest, feeling the Herrscher core pulsating almost in sync with her heart.
The core throbbed in her chest, thump, thump, thump, each beat like someone knocking on the door.
She felt a strange resonance, an inexplicable pull, as if something was tugging at her and the man.
Why did she feel that... this man in front of her could stir her heart?
unless--
The cyclone considered many possibilities, but she didn't voice them.
She simply pursed her lips, lowered her hand from her chest, and clenched her fist again.
She remained standing in the line, facing the man before her with a serious expression, but deep in her eyes lay a hint of doubt that only she herself knew.
After all, they had all witnessed the power of the Rune King without exception.
That was a terrifyingly powerful individual who single-handedly suppressed the giant snake in front of him and pinned it to the ground.
But if even someone like that can be dealt with by the other side—
Does that mean that the opponent's strength far surpasses theirs and the giant snake beside them?
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"Hahaha--"
A hoarse, maniacal laugh rolled out of the snake's throat.
His single eye suddenly lit up, sweeping away the despairing gloom and replacing it with a euphoric joy of surviving a catastrophe.
"Do you think you're the only ones with allies? I have them too!!"
He seemed to realize that he was not destined to die, and suddenly he shouted excitedly, and even his spirits seemed to improve.
He raised the Heavenly Hammer he had just summoned back, using the hammerhead to brace himself against the ground and prop up his swaying body.
His steps began to slowly retreat—
If you can live, why insist on dying?
He had only taken a slightly more proactive step because he had no chance of survival, in order to rekindle his last vestige of dignity as the God-King.
But now—
Why not live a little longer?
As long as you're alive, there's hope!
The giant serpent's single eye was fixed on the white-haired man's back, a glimmer of almost hope flashing in its eyes.
He had never been more grateful to anyone than he was now.
The man took a step forward.
In an instant, the figures that were originally several miles apart vanished without a trace within inches of each other.
He didn't fly, he didn't run, he didn't use any means of movement visible to the naked eye—
He simply took one step and appeared in the middle of everyone.
The scene was extremely incongruous.
It was like a movie with a few frames cut out; one second he was on a distant high platform, and the next he was standing between Lin Lie and the cyclone.
The process in between completely disappeared, with only slight fluctuations caused by the compression of air and a faint ripple of dust on the ground, proving that he had indeed "passed through" there.
In that instant, everyone's reaction was to turn around, raise their hands, and attack.
Lin Lie swung the Fuxi Sword, the green light on the blade drawing a sharp arc in the air.
Qixuan also subconsciously raised her hand, and blue air gushed out from her palm, like an invisible giant hand pressing down on the man.
This rapid series of attacks virtually blocked all angles from which to dodge.
However—the other party still displayed a speed that was difficult for them to comprehend.
No, it might not even be speed.
Looking at the huge crater hammered into the ground, with several people trapped inside, yet there was no trace of human form—all their attacks had missed.
The hammer slammed into the ground, the axe cleaved into the soil, the sword sliced through the air, and the air currents collided with empty space.
Their weapons hit only air.
Sun Wukong was the first to realize something was wrong.
His combat instincts were honed through millions of years of fighting, making them sharper than anyone else's.
In that instant, a chill ran down his back, and a coldness shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
He turned around with all his might, his golden eyes already locking onto his target as he turned—
But before he could strike with the golden cudgel in front of him, a large hand pressed down on his head.
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The hand pressed down from above, its five fingers spread, its palm pressed against the top of Sun Wukong's head, like a mountain pressing down.
Sun Wukong's neck cracked, his knees began to bend, and his back began to hunch—
He couldn't stand up anymore.
"Sorry, Monkey." The man's voice came from above, deep and calm, with a hint of genuine regret, "Although I quite like you, it's just not my place."
The crowd watched in horror as the marks, which began to appear on Sun Wukong's feet and turned a lime-colored color, rapidly spread upwards.
The color wasn't gray, but rather a mottled, lifeless grayish-white, like rocks weathered over millions of years.
It started from the soles of the feet, climbed up the ankles, passed the calves, and is now spreading towards the knees.
The goal is to turn this naturally born stone monkey into a real stone.
"Let him go!!"
Two Thors roared and charged forward.
Thor's hammer, crackling with blinding blue arcs of electricity, struck the man's temple from the left.
In the cinematic universe, Thor's Stormbreaker, accompanied by thunderous force, strikes the man's neck from the right.
Even the Shiba Inu Thor picked up his little hammer, leaped into the air, and his small body drew an arc in the air, with thick arcs of electricity jumping on the hammer head that were completely disproportionate to his size.
Three hammers (axes) of Thor, three directions, three Thors!
But amidst the interplay of lightning and thunder—
With a loud "boom," the dust settled, and everyone realized—they had hit nothing again.
The man's figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, his position having moved less than half a step compared to before.
That half-step was all it took for all the attacks to graz his body and fly past.
He didn't even turn his head, but just slightly turned his body, as if avoiding a puddle while taking a walk.
"What a pity."
His lips curled up slightly, a smile devoid of sarcasm or smugness, only a faint sense of helplessness, like watching children play.
Then he turned slightly to dodge the Fuxi Sword that came slashing down from behind.
Lin Lie's sword grazed the hem of his clothes without even touching the fabric.
He followed up with a kick, striking Lin Lie squarely in the chest—
The force was just right, sending Lin Lie flying backward and rolling several times on the ground.
The cyclone then launched several more air-blast bombs. The blue compressed air masses, like projectiles launched from a catapult, flew densely towards the man.
These old tricks did not affect the man's movement in the slightest.
His body moved nimbly through the air currents, as if swimming through them, each air mass brushing past him without touching him.
He was like a serpent, like a gust of wind, like an elusive shadow.
He dodged every attack from his opponent and instantly flew into the air, his body flipping halfway through the air before kicking out—precisely striking the cyclone in the abdomen.
With a muffled groan, Qi Xuan curled up into a shrimp-like shape, staggered back seven or eight steps, and nearly fell.
"What a pity."
The man landed back on the ground and patted off non-existent dust from his trouser legs.
In just a few breaths, he single-handedly took down all the main heroes.
Lin Lie lay on the ground coughing, Qi Xuan clutched his stomach and bent over, the two Thors panted and held their weapons but couldn't find their targets, and Sun Wukong's body had turned half into stone, kneeling on the ground unable to move.
Wan Zhongxia originally wanted to go up and help, but Li Feng stopped him with his hand.
Because Li Feng had completely understood—
The man in front of them had been playing around almost the entire time, and he possessed absolute strength that could crush everyone present.
It's not that he can't beat them, it's that he doesn't want to fight.
If he really wanted to make a move, no one here could stand still.
The giant snake opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something to express its gratitude.
But the man didn't give him a chance to speak.
He placed his hand directly on the giant snake's shoulder, his fingers clenching as if he were grasping a package.
The next moment, the two figures side by side simply vanished from the spot.
There was no light, no sound, and no special effects.
It just "disappeared"—like a TV being turned off; it was there one second and gone the next.
Only a few wisps of air remained, forming waves and dust kicked up by the airflow, indicating that there were actually two people standing there.
The battlefield is now in the air.
Everyone was stunned, completely bewildered by the series of actions.
Wait a minute—
Why did the other person run away?
It seems like they're at a disadvantage.
Lin Lie got up from the ground, rubbed his chest where he had been kicked, and asked the question everyone wanted to ask with a puzzled look: "Why did he run?"
His voice carried a genuine sense of bewilderment.
He wondered if he had skipped some part of the story—
He knew whether the battle could be considered a victory or not.
The giant snake has been severely damaged, and the enemy has retreated. What should they do next? Celebrate? Pursue? Or wait for the enemy to call in more reinforcements?
No one answered him.
Li Feng stared nervously at the now empty spot, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.
As a soldier, he knew very well that if the enemy had an absolute advantage but took the initiative to withdraw, it could only mean two things.
One thing: the base is in grave danger.
second--
A bigger conspiracy.
His fingers unconsciously tightened around the rifle he had picked up from the ground, his knuckles turning white.
The wind blew across the ruins, stirring up a cloud of gray-black dust that blurred everyone's vision.
In the distance, the gap torn open by lightning is slowly closing in the sky.
The dark clouds gathered again, gradually swallowing up the remaining light.
The battlefield was as quiet as the stillness before a storm.