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Chapter 109 Reinforcements Arrive

This is the roar of the upper energy matrix operating at full power, tearing open this coffin, forged from death and obsession, in the most direct and irresistible way.

Boom——! ! !
Finally, the accumulated power reached its critical point.

The "sky" overhead, symbolizing absolute isolation, was completely reduced to dust with a deafening roar!
There was no sunlight, no starlight.

Instead, countless torrents of spiritual energy, each representing different laws and powers, converged and collided like spears from different divine kingdoms, brutally piercing into the darkness and illuminating every corner as if it were a terrifying and dreadful prison.

A massive spiritual pressure, a mixture of order, hostility, and vitality, surged in like a bursting dam, instantly washing away the madness and deathly silence that had accumulated in this place.

The light has come.

Xu Yan looked up and, through the electronic eye of the drill arm, saw the true manifestation of the central power.

In mid-air, more than twenty silver streaks of light, like precise stars, pinned down every spatial node above the iron coffin area.

Their standard psionic armor gleamed with a mithril-like luster, and the magical artifacts in their hands either summoned wind and thunder or condensed frost, together forming a "heavenly net" that covered the sky.

The immense spiritual pressure combined to make the air below viscous.

In this cluster of silver stars, Xu Yan spotted a familiar figure.

Ah Zhe.

He hovered on the left edge of the array, his once slightly immature face now filled with solemnity and... a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

His gaze, like a searchlight, nervously scanned the ruins below, as if desperately searching for something.

Xu Yan understood; he was looking for "Xu Yan," his missing friend.

It seems that Ah Zhe has successfully advanced to the Silver level, but I never expected that our reunion would take place under such circumstances.

At the zenith, higher and closer to nothingness, the arrival of these two beings is itself tearing apart the reality of this place.

To the left, the deep blue seawater silently overflows, and wherever it passes, even the light seems to be sucked into the endless sea eye, leaving only the oppressive silence and the long whale song from the deep sea—【Sea Mourning Lord·Ink Approach】.

On the right, the crimson gold talisman wheel slowly rotates, not burning, but with the absolute power of "incineration," it devours and transforms all the heat and light around it, leaving behind a crystallized trail of eternal burning like glass—[Ember Venerable · Flame Emperor].

They didn't even look at each other.

But the two invisible domains have already clashed violently!
Mo Lin’s boundless abyss attempts to freeze and seal the entire sealed area together with the “abyss” below it, as if to create a perfect deep-sea specimen.

Yanhuang's Extinction Wheel unleashed an even more domineering suction force, intending to completely tear apart and strip away the "Abyss" and its surrounding rules, refining them into the purest "sample".

The lamentations of space were crushed by the two great domains, and even the remnants of the ruins were sometimes frosted and sometimes scorched by two completely opposite forces.

"Yanhuang, your flames are still so impatient, they will only burn away precious 'possibilities'."

A deep, resonant voice, seemingly carrying the weight of the entire deep sea, slowly rose as Mo Lin finally spoke. His body shimmered with azure light, but he didn't look at the other person; his gaze remained fixed on the "Abyss" below, as if admiring a priceless masterpiece.

"Hmph, Mo Lin, your stagnant 'tolerance' is nothing but a coward's hoarding. Only by burning away the impurities can you see its 'original source'."

Yan Huang's response was like an explosive spark, carrying undisguised sharpness and domineering power. The speed of the talisman wheel beneath his feet increased further, "How could your gloomy trench possibly contain such a thing?"

"Whether it can be accepted or not, only time will tell. It's better than being refined into a wisp of unconscious smoke by you." "Arrogant! Wait until I analyze its core runes, then let's see how your sea eye can still stir up trouble!"

This is no longer aid, it's a struggle!

In the eyes of higher-level players, the seal that the judge obtained with his life was merely the opening of the treasure's outer shell, while the treasure itself had become ownerless, attracting the covetous eyes of giant crocodiles.

Their conversation, though brief, revealed drastically different ideologies and an unwavering determination to succeed.

Below, all the silver-level contractors had long forgotten their original mission; their gazes, even their breaths, were captivated by the unimaginable realm high above.

Faced with that immense power, which resembled a clash of gods, the individual's sense of existence was compressed to the extreme, leaving only instinctive awe and trembling.

No one paid attention to the sealed "Abyss" anymore; everyone's attention was consumed by this sudden, top-level battle.

Just as Mo Lin's deep blue abyss and Yan Huang's crimson gold talisman power reached their peak, the two completely opposite forces of law tore at space like two evil dragons.

As the foundation of the seal, forged with the judge's life, creaked under the strain, it was on the verge of utter collapse.

"enough."

a voice sounded.

Not arrogant, not angry, and not even overly emotional.

But this voice was like an absolutely precise and irrefutable law, carrying the cold power of "order," like a sharp knife cutting through a tangled mess, forcibly wedging itself between the two violent domains!
boom!
The two raging domains seemed to be suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand, and froze for a moment.

The deep blue light flowing around Mo Lin paused slightly, and for the first time, the long whale song from the bottomless sea eye showed an unnatural change in tone.

The red-gold talisman wheel spinning beneath Yan Huang's feet suddenly stopped, emitting a piercing screeching sound.

For the first time, the gazes of the two Gold-level powerhouses, carrying a real weight, descended from the high heavens and focused on the figure with flowing silver hair.

There was no approval, no respect in that gaze, only the coldness of being offended, and a trace of undisguised contempt stemming from the absolute power disparity.

A Silver Tier I?
How dare a junior, who is still young and only temporarily holds this position due to special circumstances, intervene in their competition in such a tone?

Yan Huang's lips curled into a faint yet menacing smile, and the talisman wheel beneath his feet, which had been forcibly suppressed, rebelliously emitted a few dangerous sparks once more.

Although Mo Lin did not speak, the deep-sea-like pressure around him became heavier and thicker like an undercurrent, silently expressing his resistance.

They didn't need to say a word; the pervasive, even more dangerous spiritual pressure was the most direct response and question to that "enough."

On the verge of this suffocating confrontation, Lin Lan made a move.

She stood on the main control platform, seemingly oblivious to the terrifying spiritual pressure that threatened to crush her.

She raised her right hand high, her movement steady and resolute.

In the palm of his hand, a pure white jade token floated up.

(End of this chapter)