In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

"No need to run away, I know how to deal with these troublesome black mists."

Zhang Yi addressed the crowd, explaining that he had used his Dark Realm Flow ability to summon a large amount of antimatter from the void.

Compared to the black smoke emanating from these skulls, his dark matter energy was much purer.

It's less about devouring and more about fusion.

After absorbing the black smoke, Zhang Yi's power actually became even stronger!

"Boom!"

The enormous black river, like a giant dragon, stretched for over ten kilometers, spiraling and protecting everyone in its center.

All the black smoke that touched the Dark Realm River was absorbed by Zhang Yi without exception.

His power grew stronger, and at the same time, a suspicion in his heart began to become a reality.

Drawing upon the power of the universe itself can also make you stronger!

Killing and devouring is not the only path.

No wonder, the legendary Drucker people ate everything, even the earth and rivers.

At the very least, Samael is aligned with his path.

The crisis facing the human alliance was temporarily averted. They were amazed by Zhang Yi's methods, but also had some doubts and questions in their hearts.

Even a powerful figure like King Arthur, a Black Archbishop, could not produce such an effect with his attacks.

"Chaos, what exactly have you done?"

King Arthur asked with great curiosity.

Zhang Yi absorbed a large amount of black smoke, and this fundamental improvement in energy attributes caused his superpower index to increase rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, his ability index increased by a full 1000 points!

Given his current strength, he might need to kill a White Bishop-level Inhuman to accomplish this.

He looked at the entire Dark Sun Forest, his eyes sparkling as if he had discovered a huge treasure.

Druk the giant Samael, an ancient god whose power originated from the same source as his, brought him such a huge boost simply from the overflow of his spiritual power while he was asleep!

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that my abilities are somewhat restrained in this place."

Zhang Yi said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Gu Cheng, Dao Lan, and the other Moon Warriors showed expressions of immense excitement.

"That's wonderful! It was definitely the right decision to come here with you!"

The two entered the Dark Sun Forest with the mindset of certain death, and did not even have much hope for Zhang Yi and his companions.

It was only out of necessity that I had to try it.

However, Zhang Yi's demonstrated abilities have given them new hope.

"If the Dark Sun Forest only contains the spiritual power of these Samael, then it poses no threat to me at all; on the contrary, it is an excellent treasure trove."

Zhang Yi raised his head, intending to continue deeper into the Dark Sun Forest to thoroughly absorb the black mist, when he saw something different.

He absorbed a large amount of the black mist and was able to see the enormous mountain peak before him clearly.

And on the hilltop, a person sat like a withered stone.

He had been there all along; when he first saw it, he only thought it was part of the mountain.

There it was, quietly observing all the intruders.

He was dressed entirely in black, so dark that it was difficult to see his face clearly; he only gave the impression of being a simple ink painting.

His body and facial features radiated outwards, making it difficult to discern his face; only his head resembled that of some kind of bird.

"What it is!"

Zhang Yi shouted in a deep voice.

Everyone followed Zhang Yi's gaze and saw the strange figure sitting upright on the hilltop.

King Arthur raised his sword, "So, everything that just happened was his doing?"

When Dao Lan saw him, her expression suddenly changed.

"He is... Mad Tyrant!"

Zhang Yi and the others suddenly looked at him: "You know that guy?"

Dao Lan gripped her sword tightly. "Five hundred years ago, I was a Shadow Warrior who fled into the Dark Sun Forest after failing to attack the then Seventh Priest, Lord Xuan Yue Fei Ming!"

"I can't believe he's still alive!"

The lifespan of the Moon People is extremely long, with some living over a thousand years.

The fact that this tyrant dared to attack the Black Moon Priest, the holder of the highest power in the Dark Moon Empire, shows that he himself is extremely powerful.

Zhang Yi and the others cautiously looked up at the mountain.

The mad owl slowly opened his eyes, which were more like white holes in the chaotic black shadow than eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Yi, a hint of surprise in them, before he slowly stood up.

"This appearance and physique... are they from Earth?"

A muffled sound came from his throat, reaching the ears of Zhang Yi and the others.

"No matter who you are, once you've arrived here, join the glorious evolution!"

After saying this, Kuang Xiao turned his right palm down, and the ground beside him cracked open, revealing a huge, pitch-black sword that seemed to be formed from ink. He then grasped it in his hand.

He raised the sword high with both hands, facing the crowd in a slashing motion.

Dao Lan's expression changed, and she said quickly in a deep voice, "Be careful! Although we haven't seen that guy for five hundred years, he is extremely powerful!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kuang Xiao's sword slashed downwards fiercely.

"Shadow Ember!"

Suddenly, streams of black, ink-like substance burst forth from the sword's edge, covering the sky and raining down on the crowd.

Some Lunarian warriors raised their weapons to defend themselves, but their supernatural shields were mercilessly pierced, and then the "ink" was splashed all over them.

In an instant, their bodies were rapidly dyed, and any part that came into contact with them was instantly two-dimensionalized, turning into something like a piece of paper.

"Spatial abilities! Capable of compressing dimensions!"

Zhang Yi recognized the other party's ability at a glance. As a top-tier space-type ability user, he knew all too well how terrifying powerful space-type ability users could be.

Even he struggled to compress dimensions.

King Arthur and his companions looked grim as they drew their weapons and unleashed their attacks to defend against the overwhelming onslaught.

Zhang Yi's gaze was calm as he opened a dimensional gate in front of him.

When the black ink touched the dimensional gate, it splashed up like raindrops falling into a lake.

His dimensional gate has been attacked!

The greatest threat to other dimensions, besides the irresistible causal weapons, is the ability of other space-based entities.

Standing atop the mountain peak, Mad Owl looked down at the crowd below. Seeing their desperate defense and the many Moon Warriors reduced to two-dimensional paper figures, his face remained expressionless.

But when his eyes met Zhang Yi's, his expression changed.

"My power didn't even manage to corrupt your strength!"

Zhang Yi's lips curled into a slight smile: "The dimensional gate is inherently a two-dimensional ability. You can't possibly reduce it to one dimension, can you? Unless you're a god!"