Ice apocalypse, I hoard tens of billions of supplies

Just as Zhang Yi was pondering, a gentle voice rang in his ear.

"Lord Chaos, can you shatter his body again?"

Zhang Yi's eyes darted around and met a pair of beautiful, compassionate eyes.

He is one of the four knights of the Apocalypse of the Holy See.

Plague Knight, Leibniz.

Zhang Yi didn't even ask about their plans because time was of the essence. Everyone present was an elite of humanity, and he chose to trust them.

"All right!"

Zhang Yi's gaze was as sharp as a knife as he stared intently at the mad owl in the sky, who was battling him with spatial power.

The power of the mind begins to calculate the other party's coordinates.

The supernatural power within his body began to operate in an unprecedented way. It was no longer about spatial travel, but something deeper, touching upon the very foundations of the world—dimensional string unraveling!

He pressed down with one hand, and without any warning, the space in front of him suddenly changed within a fixed dimensional dimension.

The dimensional reference string, invisible to the naked eye, was pulled away without warning under his control!

This is not an attack, but a "deconstruction"!

He temporarily "separated" the mad owl and the shadow power around it from the current stable three-dimensional spatial structure, breaking them down into more basic constituent units!

"Ok?"

The mad owl once again felt the stability of the space around him collapsing. The force was not directly opposing his two-dimensionality, but was shaking the "foundation" of his existence.

The viscous shadow ink froze for a moment, as if it had lost its supporting surface.

"Pfft!"

Even with his defensive preparations, Kuang Xiao couldn't comprehend what kind of ability Zhang Yi had unleashed. His body, unsurprisingly, was severed once more!

Moreover, this time, it wasn't just a matter of cutting him in half; it was the power of more than a dozen dimensional strings that cleaved him into pieces!

Then—bang!—he transformed into a shower of ink, splashing across the sky!

There was no flying blood and flesh, no energy explosions.

Instead, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded: the mad owl transformed into a huge, viscous, constantly writhing and expanding pool of pure black "ink," which was splashed into the air.

The ink seemed to possess a life of its own, or like an abyss freed from its constraints, exuding an ominous aura and beginning to try to coalesce again.

The light radiating energy shone upon it, but it was completely swallowed up, without even a reflection; it was absolute darkness.

"Success?"

King Arthur gripped his sword tightly, watching the writhing darkness warily.

"No, it just disrupted his form."

Zhang Yi said coldly, "His essence is intact, and this thing... is being reorganized."

He looked at Leibniz, who was clasping his hands together, about to cast a spell.

"Now it's your turn."

A low, mournful chant, seemingly filled with endless sorrow, rose from the edge of the battlefield.

It is a mourning for Sister Leibniz.

She had been standing quietly to the side, like a background figure, but now she slowly raised her head.

Clear tears streamed down her beautiful eyes, which held no hatred or fear, only pity.

Anyone could feel a heart-wrenching sadness and deathly stillness in her eyes.

She extended her pale finger, pointing to the spreading ink, and softly uttered the true name of her power:

“The grief of mourning”.

An invisible force, unseen by the naked eye but clearly perceptible to all living beings, spread out.

It wasn't an energy surge, but rather a kind of rule-based plague, a death curse targeting "existence" itself.

The air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of grave soil, carrying a sense of decay and end.

When this force swept over Zhang Yi and the others, it only made them feel a strange sense of sorrow and palpitations, but when it touched the ink that the mad owl had transformed into, an astonishing change occurred.

"Zizzi——!"

It was like strong acid being splashed, or like a scalding hot iron being burned onto ice.

The ink, which was originally a single, solid mass, suddenly began to boil and churn!

Countless tiny bubbles, resembling wailing faces, appeared on the surface of the ink, emitting a subtle yet sharp hiss.

Signs of “contamination” and “erosion” are clearly visible. The expansion and recombination of the ink slows down suddenly, and some areas even begin to become dark and thin, as if they have lost their vitality.

"what--!!!"

Amidst the swirling ink, came the mad owl's painful and furious mental roar.

The power of this "grief" was able to directly affect his non-physical, almost conceptual form of existence!

This plague does not harm the body or destroy energy, but directly accelerates the decay and end of "existence," making it one of the nemesis of individuals like him who rely on special forms for survival.

This is the true meaning of a plague: the ability to inflict extreme trauma, a power more terrifying than direct death.

The intense pain and primal trauma forced the mad owl to abandon its unsustainable ink form.

The pitch-black ink rapidly contracted and condensed inward, as if time had reversed, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed back into human form.

But the reappearing madman was paler, his breathing was obviously disordered, and his eyes showed not only rage but also a hint of fear.

He stared intently at Leibniz: "Damn plague spreader... how dare you..."

"As expected, these creatures that can transform their bodies into elements are most afraid of area-of-effect attacks. So—"

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

Leibniz's attack confirmed his conjecture—while the Owl's ink form was bizarre and difficult to harm, it was not invincible and might even expose other weaknesses.

In particular, it has low resistance to rule-based attacks involving "state of existence".

"I know how to deal with this guy. Once again, crush him!"

Zhang Yi raised the corners of his mouth and was the first to strike, his fingers cutting through the air like a sharp sword.

Dimensional string analysis has already been launched!

"understand!"

Odin whispered, but his divine power remained immense. Thunder and storm condensed into a giant warhammer in his hand, which crashed down!

"Excalibur!"

King Arthur held nothing back, his golden sword gleaming once more, this time with a clear target: the true form of the mad owl!

Benjamin Morgan grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth that gleamed dazzlingly.

"Large cash payment!"

He waved his hands forward, and a deluge of gold banknotes poured out of his palms, shooting towards the madman's body like machine guns!

Lone City's spiral lance unleashed thunderous power, and Dao Lan transformed into a black dragon, gathering surging flames that sprayed intensely hot fire toward Kuang Xiao's chest.

The others followed suit, with Zhang Yi as the main force, launching a continuous offensive against Kuang Xiao.

Zhang Yi's attacks were not just difficult to dodge, they were impossible to avoid; the only option was to take them head-on!

The mad owl had become cunning, forming a protective layer of black ink around its body.

However, facing the combined attack of more than a dozen bishop-level superhumans, he is currently unable to maintain a full-force defense.

After all, he was no longer the Grand General of the Dark Moon Empire.

Years of spiritual pollution and erosion in the Dark Sun Forest have left his power depleted.