vrcanaries Chapter 4845
Chapter 4845
Suzaku's eyes gleamed with tears of resentment: "If this doesn't work... we'll all be wiped out!"
With his last ounce of strength, Tu Yunlie roared and lunged at Lu Shao, only to be slapped away by a casual palm strike and crashed heavily into the lava.
Lu Shao looked up, the firelight reflecting in his golden-red pupils, as if he had seen through the insignificance of the entire world.
He slowly raised his hand, and the flames in his palm transformed into countless molten light snakes that lunged at the three of them.
"Go to hell, you lowly land creature."
On the distant tower, Void Devourer and Fire Demon still watched indifferently.
Fire Ghost, a piece of charred stone dangling from his lips, gave a mocking smile: "Lu Shao is about to start clearing the area."
Xu Tun nodded indifferently: "Very good. Let these inferior sixth-generation people understand that their era should have ended long ago."
At that moment——
A gust of wind swept by.
The direction of the flames suddenly changed.
The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped for a moment.
There was no thunder, no energy fluctuations, no unusual phenomena—just an extreme stillness.
Lu Shao frowned slightly, a flutter in his heart.
He sensed that something he had never been aware of before... appeared in this space.
The wind blew slowly from the distant ruins, and a figure treaded on ashes and embers, passing through flames with steady steps.
It was a young man dressed in black, whose steps were so light that they made no sound, and even the flames parted at his feet.
One minute ago he was in Tianhai City, and one minute later he arrived at the battlefield of the Zhurong tribe.
That's how he appeared.
The dimensional gate opened, and all things in nature formed an absolutely flawless defense around him, so that none of the surrounding high temperatures could penetrate.
There were no flashes of light or surging air—he seemed to "appear" out of thin air, calm and collected, yet shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.
Once the superpower index reaches a certain level, the sixth sense will become extremely sharp as the organism evolves.
Especially when facing a stronger opponent, the instinct to anticipate danger becomes stronger.
Therefore, even though Zhang Yi didn't use any abilities, his mere appearance from the void was enough to make Lu Shao, who was just laughing wildly, feel the flames flowing on his skin cool down.
Zhang Yi didn't even glance at Lu Shao. He simply looked up at the battlefield in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the sky stained red by flames and the corpses on the scorched earth before finally settling on Lu Shao.
That one glance was like a god from beyond the heavens looking down upon the mortal world.
"Is it the same race as that golden-armored swordsman? That's quite interesting."
Lu Shao's laughter faltered slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Could it be that you are the strongest of the sixth generation of humans that they are talking about?"
Zhang Yi didn't answer, but just glanced at him very indifferently.
Then, his right index finger twitched almost imperceptibly.
There were no energy fluctuations or unusual phenomena.
The world was silent.
Lu Shao wanted to continue his sarcasm, and a slight smile just appeared on his lips.
But at that moment, his body suddenly stiffened.
"Click——"
A very slight sound.
The flesh was cut along with the air, and the flesh, which could withstand the extreme heat of the magma, was comparable to gold and iron. The sound of it being cut was very crisp.
Before his smile had faded, his body, like glass, began to crack silently, with fine lines appearing from his shoulders to his waist, and from his waist to his legs.
Vertical lines and horizontal lines, arranged in a staggered and even pattern, create a series of distinctive squares on his body.
That's a spatial division, or more precisely, a more advanced form of detachment.
Silent, invisible, without even an attack trajectory or initiation action.
The moment Zhang Yi's thought formed, his attack had already landed on his target.
Lu Shao lowered his head, fear appearing in his eyes for the first time.
He tried to speak, but then he noticed a sharp, angular piece of his skull falling off—chin, nose, eyes…
He saw his hand slowly falling through the air, the flame still flickering at his fingertips.