Supreme Warrior in the City

As Yang Wudi’s voice resounded, everyone indeed felt that strong pressures were gradually rising around them. As if guided by the breath of divine artifacts emanating from Yang Wudi, the immense pressure was slowly approaching them.

At this moment, everyone felt as though they were being squeezed in the middle of countless pressures. The overwhelming pressure rendered them unable to escape or resist. No one doubted they would be crushed to death by this immense force!

Such was the terrifying force of these divine artifacts; even a single artifact was enough to crush everyone to death. If all these artifacts were awakened and concentrated together, how terrifying would the combined pressure be?

Su Yang frowned deeply, having already spotted some divine artifacts swiftly approaching from afar.

He didn’t know why the self-destruction of the divine artifact breath would cause all the artifacts to be drawn in. Yet the situation was indeed unfolding before his eyes. Obviously, these artifacts were all summoned.

And now, with just a few artifacts approaching, the pressure was already this strong. If all the artifacts came charging in, who could resist the concentrated pressure?

At this point, Yang Wudi was also bleeding profusely, having returned to his normal size and resumed human form. His expression was exceedingly ferocious.

”Haha, the Beigong War God and his group have artifacts for protection; indeed, this pressure is not affecting them,” Yang Wudi sneered while inching closer to Su Yang, ”But what about you, Su Yang? Do you have an artifact?”

Su Yang, frowning deeply, cast a cold eye over the flying divine artifacts around him. With his strength, he was also utterly incapable of resisting the suppression from these artifacts. Even trying to move a finger was impossible due to the terrifying pressure of the artifacts.

As for those from the Buddha Domain, two of the weaker ones were already bleeding from their orifices, unable to withstand the pressure of the divine artifacts!

The only ones in a somewhat better situation were the four Beigong War Gods and the three Crystal Skulls.

The Nine-Grade Lotus Platform had already emerged from Mahakaya, not summoned by him, but appearing automatically, enveloping him in its light.

The three Crystal Skulls were protected by the gourds above their heads.

Without a doubt, Su Yang had too little understanding of these three gourds. The function of these gourds was not as simple as just condensing Spirit Liquid Essence.

These seven individuals weren’t bearing the brunt of the artifacts’ pressure.

However, these seven also couldn’t move, nor could they protect the others.

While the artifacts on them did protect them, they similarly limited them, isolating them from everything else.

Everyone watched Su Yang nervously, just as Yang Wudi had pointed out. They had artifacts for protection, but what about Su Yang?

As more and more divine artifacts approached, the pressure grew ever stronger.

In the Buddha Domain group, some couldn’t withstand the pressure and were crushed to death. As for the others, their situations were also extremely dire.

Even Su Yang felt his life was in danger. It was as though he was being suppressed by countless powerful forces, forces intent on crushing him to death.

This was the might of those divine artifacts. Their power was terrifying enough to make people dread. They hadn’t even unleashed their full power, yet the pressure from these artifacts alone was enough to crush a strong figure like Su Yang to death!

”Jie jie jie…” Even as Yang Wudi was about to succumb, he could still force out a laughter, tilting his head back and laughing wildly: ”Su Alliance Leader, what’s the use of all your struggles? In the end, don’t you still have to die here with me? If you want my Yang Wudi’s life, you must pay an equal price. What does it matter if I, Yang Wudi, die here; you won’t gain any advantage either!”

Su Yang continued to frown deeply, unable to utter a single sound, or put up the slightest resistance. He felt utterly frustrated. Was he really about to be crushed and killed like this?

Su Yang attempted to summon the Illusion of Devouring the World, but ever since seeing that red glow in the Feather Spirit Palace, the illusion seemed to have fallen asleep. For so long, Su Yang had been unable to wake the illusion, and now it showed not the slightest sign of stirring, pushing him to the brink of despair.

As more and more divine artifacts converged, the pressure intensified, and Yang Wudi started to cough up blood.

Monk Wunian sat at the back, struggling desperately to hold on, yet his situation was not much better than Su Yang’s.

Yang Wudi could no longer produce any sound, only sneering at Su Yang. He was doomed to die, even without the oppressive force, the self-destructing divine artifact breath would still crush him.

Yet, being able to drag Su Yang to die with him before perishing gave him satisfaction.

Finally, Monk Wunian slowly collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on.

Following him, Su Yang was the same; his power was not much stronger than Monk Wunian’s.

Everyone was in despair; was Su Yang really going to die here like this?

However, just as Su Yang hit the ground, something unexpected happened.

A dark mist suddenly rose from Su Yang’s body. It quickly condensed in the air, transforming into a longknife.

This longknife looked ordinary enough, yet after it appeared, everyone felt an ancient aura spreading through the air.

In that instant, it seemed as though everyone was caught in an illusion, seeing countless visages around the longknife.

There was a golden dragon capable of tearing through the void and devouring endless chaos; an indomitable giant, soaring tens of thousands of feet high; a sage seated in the void, fishing countless demon beasts; a majestic Buddha, whose mere presence could fill an entire world; a single eye born in the chaos, coldly observing the omnipresent deities and demons; a solitary throne deep in the cosmos, stained with blood...

All sorts of overpowering beings, each one terrifying, evoked an involuntary chill.

But at the deepest part of these beings lay a broken black stone tablet. Although not large, it seemed to be able to command all. Even those powerful entities merely surrounded this black stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, a faint, broken character—’Dao’—was discernible.

Shocked, everyone witnessed this scene, unsure of how to describe it. Around an apparently ordinary longknife, so many illusions had manifested, unimaginable illusions!

None knew what these illusions were, much less understood the true nature of this longknife.

Only Su Yang could see it clearly, recognizing this longknife as the one gradually taking shape in the Illusion’s hand!