Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

King Arthur roared, and a sword light shot into the sky, heading straight for the mad owl!

"Glory? It's just a more conspicuous paint."

The mad owl neither dodged nor evaded, and activated Shadow Erosion once more. The golden sword energy crashed into the shadow ink, and the energy, which was enough to evaporate rivers, was absorbed, decomposed, and flattened as if water had fallen into a sponge.

In the end, that magnificent sword aura could not escape the fate of being two-dimensionalized, turning into a golden stream of light embedded in the shadows, leaving only beauty, but no longer capable of causing harm.

A heavy atmosphere began to spread. Even attacks at the Black Archon level couldn't cause the slightest harm; how could this battle possibly continue?

Zhang Yi remained calm, his myriad forms blocking the way for everyone; only he could withstand the mad owl's attack.

He still needs to be observed.

The most important factor in defeating a superpowered individual is intelligence; he must find a weakness in the Mad Owl's abilities.

Otherwise, no matter how many attacks you launch, they will only slightly weaken the opponent's alien energy and will not cause any real damage.

Although Odin and King Arthur's attack failed, it bought him the opportunity to observe.

The mad owl brandished his greatsword, aimed it at the crowd, and mercilessly slashed down!

"Boom!"

The black vortex in the sky poured down like a flood, its viscous spatial power capable of obliterating all three-dimensional matter.

Zhang Yi opened his palms and pointed them towards the sky.

Suddenly, the dimensional gate transformed into a massive semi-circular barrier, blocking all the attacks that were about to strike them.

The patter...

Above the dimensional gate, black raindrops gradually appeared, representing the mutual annihilation of the spatial power of the compressed dimension of the Mad Owl and the power of the dimensional gate of Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi thought to himself: If I were to fight him purely in a battle of supernatural energy, even if I won, it would be a crushing defeat.

It's too dangerous here. I can't take the risk. I need to find a safer way to win.

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!