Full-time Creation Master

The deathly silence in the South China Sea spreads like a tangible reality, and the balance is no longer intact.

The combined pressure from three forces intertwined and permeated every inch of the sea and sky.

The sea surface was frozen solid, even the slightest breeze was crushed, leaving only the deep echoes of colliding energies floating in the air.

Inside the monitoring room of the No. 3 mothership, operators leaned over, intently watching the screen.

The tension of the first direct battle against an Emperor-level opponent.

Fingertips hovered about an inch above the control panel, knuckles white from excessive tension.

His breathing was extremely shallow, and his brows were filled with hesitation and barely concealed anxiety.

The first energy gathering has already been completed; all that's left is the command to launch!

The three sides have been locked in a stalemate for a long time, the air so thick you could squeeze moisture out of it, and no one dares to be the first to break this fragile balance.

Yet, in the long silence, I let the anxiety creep into my heart like vines, constantly rising.

Just then, Ray's amber vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold light pierced the deathly silence like a sharp blade.

The purple-gold lightning arcs around his body surged like a raging python, rushing rapidly along the patterns on his scales, instantly increasing several times in size.

The chilling pressure pressed directly against the surrounding thunderclouds, causing them to churn even more violently.

"Playing tricks!"

The cold shout, accompanied by the devastating power of a thunderstorm, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

With a wave of his hand, Ray conjured a golden divine lightning bolt as thick as a bucket, its surface entwined with intricate Heavenly Dao lightning patterns, exuding an overwhelming pressure that could crush everything.

Like an arrow shot precisely at a hidden node five thousand meters in the sky.

Golden light pierced the stagnant air, and the space along its path was scorched by the lightning, causing ripples to spread like water.

The deep rumble was like the roar of an ancient beast, rolling across the sea and stirring up layers of fine waves. The crests of the waves were coated with a layer of lustrous light by pale purple lightning, which then turned into white mist and dissipated in an instant.

"Bang—!"

The divine lightning struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, exploding into a shower of brilliant light that vanished in an instant.

Two figures were forcefully blasted out of the hidden spatial rift by the shockwave of lightning.

He staggered back several steps, barely managing to steady himself by touching the air with his toes, his breathing already disordered.

They turned out to be two humans with imposing auras.

A person was clad in a black robe, with pale blue lightning arcs pulsating wildly around his body;

A person dressed in silver-gray outfit had tiny spatial rifts forming at their fingertips, causing the surrounding void to distort slightly.

The two men's energy fluctuations were completely undisguised, flamboyant and domineering, forming a stark contrast to the reserved style of Qin Ye and others who concealed their true strength.

"Quickly identify the person!"

The urgent order from the mothership's command center broke the silence, the tone heavy with seriousness.

The console lights flashed rapidly as the operator's fingers flew across the keys, bringing up the core information in just two seconds. He reported to his superior in a grave tone, "It's the people from the Temple of Liberty in the Americas!"

"It's the temple's top lightning-type forbidden spell master and the top space-type forbidden spell master! Two top-tier combatants have appeared simultaneously!"

Unlike Pang Lai, who adhered to ancient court etiquette and maintained a low profile,

The chief of forbidden spells in the Rice Grain Federation has always been arrogant, domineering, and unscrupulous in his actions.

They never hide their brilliance.

They are all recognized as top experts in their respective departments, holding the number one position with absolute strength.

Their strength and ambition are never concealed.

He has always been independent and unconventional, and very few people in the entire plane dare to provoke him easily.

Only by having these two chiefs join forces could they dare to cross the treacherous Pacific Ocean on their own.

He even dared to pursue Ray, the king of the Titans, all by himself. This courage and confidence stemmed from his absolute strength.

Inside the command room, Chang Feng's face was as solemn as iron. His fingertips tapped rapidly on the table unconsciously, and his eyes were full of vigilance. He dared not be careless in the slightest.

He knew perfectly well that top experts like Qin Ye and Old Madam Bai might have already sensed these two hidden auras.

They even knew the identities of these two people perfectly.

However, they still immediately synchronized the detailed information of the two individuals, leaving no detail out.

The more vigilant you are, the better your chances of winning.

Especially since the other party comes from the Temple of Freedom, whose stance is delicate with that of the Great Xia, their purpose is unpredictable and we must be wary.

High in the sky, the two chiefs had already steadied themselves. The chief of space raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains remaining at the corner of his mouth, his gaze as cold as a knife as he locked onto Lei.

The black-robed figure's body surged with pale blue lightning arcs, creating a pale blue lightning domain that stood in stark contrast to the thunderclouds.

The spatial rifts at the fingertips of the warrior continued to spread, exuding a chilling killing intent, and a new conflict was about to erupt.

"Those of you on both sides, come out too!"

Gu Changle took a step forward and spoke in a deep voice.

The sound, carrying a faint energy fluctuation, clearly resonated throughout every part of the battlefield.

He was currently the second to last in terms of forbidden spells, and as an official of the Great Xia Dynasty, he naturally had to step forward and take responsibility for breaking the deadlock.

Before the words were finished, two exquisite rose-shaped ice vines suddenly froze, and a chill swept over them.

The ice crystals were crystal clear and flawless, with clearly discernible petal patterns, and they were precisely frozen at two void nodes, exuding a chilling aura.

The concealed aura was instantly forced out, leaving it nowhere to hide.

"See, I told you we'd be found out!"

Andy McDowell, the Golden Flame Lion King, rang out in a cheerful voice, his tone somewhat indifferent, as he turned to the person beside him.

The person he was referring to was his former boss and current colleague—Simons, the Holy Shadow of the Holy City, whose face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"Besides, we're all on the same side. What kind of behavior is this, hiding like this!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Simmons's face was extremely ugly, his eyes swirling with resentment and anger.

The person he was referring to was his former boss and current colleague—Simons, the Holy Shadow of the Holy City, whose face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the mysterious black mist surrounding him receded like a tide, revealing a tall and stiff figure with a cold aura.

The two walked out side by side, but did not approach either side, their stance ambiguous.

"Besides, we're all on the same side. What kind of behavior is this, hiding like this!"

The next second, two powerful and heavy forbidden spell auras exploded, sweeping across the surrounding sea.

This clearly demonstrates their independent stance, which brooks no disrespect from others.

He walked straight to an open space at the edge of the battlefield, his steps steady, his stance clear.

Born into a prominent family, rooted in the Holy City system, and born in a Western European country, he was filled with arrogance and prejudice.

How could you make him accept a "lowly yellow-skinned monkey" as an archangel?

This is the biggest concession Simmons can make; any more and he would have crossed his bottom line.

This is a blasphemy against the faith of the Holy City!

For him, it was an utter disgrace.

He had no room for doubt about this, even though he resisted it with all his heart.

However, Chu Ming's many actions repeatedly proved that the angels were protecting him, and that sacred aura could not be faked.

Among the first archangels, there were members of the Ink Clan;

More than a hundred years ago, there was an archangel of the Ink race who had not yet returned, who left traces in the world.

What devastated him even more, yet he had to admit it, was that there was a precedent in the history of the Holy City where the Ink Clan had become Archangels, a fact he could not erase.

Fortunately, that member of the Ink Clan ultimately failed the Holy City's ultimate test, thus failing to truly seize power and also failing to tarnish the Holy City's purity and sanctity.

"If the holy soul of an archangel were to fall upon one of the yellow-skinned monkeys' own kind, even if it were a woman, or a slave who knew how to flatter and fawn..."

Simmons was struggling internally. The evil thought had just surfaced when he suddenly realized it and his whole body tensed up.

"No! Oh no!"

Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. were able to escape their predicament and truly gain a foothold and grow stronger thanks to the secret support of that Ink Archangel.

"Saint Shadow Simmons! Are you betraying the faith of the angels?!"

However, she still accepted the way out Andy offered and was unwilling to continue the stalemate.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Simmons's face was extremely ugly, his eyes swirling with resentment and anger.

However, she still accepted the way out Andy offered and was unwilling to continue the stalemate.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the mysterious black mist surrounding him receded like a tide, revealing a tall and stiff figure with a cold aura.

The two walked out side by side, but did not approach either side, their stance ambiguous.

He walked straight to an open space at the edge of the battlefield, his steps steady, his stance clear.

The next second, two powerful and heavy forbidden spell auras exploded, sweeping across the surrounding sea.

This clearly demonstrates their independent stance, which brooks no disrespect from others.

This is the biggest concession Simmons can make; any more and he would have crossed his bottom line.

Born into a prominent family, rooted in the Holy City system, and born in a Western European country, he was filled with arrogance and prejudice.

How could you make him accept a "lowly yellow-skinned monkey" as an archangel?

For him, it was an utter disgrace.