It seemed as if there was something wrong with their ears. After the roar, their ears were buzzing and the world was extremely silent, without any sound.

Then there was a burning sensation, a painful feeling as if the skin was burning.

Even the powerful undead realized that something was wrong and hurriedly distanced themselves from the others.

Zhang Yi was ten kilometers away, watching a huge sun appear above the ground!

Looking closely, it is so beautiful and full of a breath of devastation!

"Nuclear radiation is seriously exceeding the limit, please stay away from this area!"

The intelligent system gave Zhang Yi a prompt.

Although the Demon Mecha on Zhang Yi has anti-radiation function, he still chooses to keep his distance.

The Ghost-Faced Nun and others also fled to a farther location. They looked at this location from afar, feeling the horrific aftermath of the nuclear explosion and the thick smoke that surged into the sky and turned into a mushroom cloud. Each of them had a meaningful expression on their face.

"Because you are a space-type ability user, you can carry this weapon with you, right?"

"What an interesting young man! In him, I see myself in the past."

"This is unfair," a handsome man with long ears shrugged. "In fact, in our time, there were weapons much more powerful than this. It's just that we had no way to use them!"

An old man with a white beard stroked his beard and said with some emotion: "Actually, I am very happy to meet these outstanding latecomers."

"It's just, what a pity."

He then lowered his head, shook his head helplessly, and muttered something in a low voice.

Weren’t each of them extraordinary and powerful people from their respective ethnic groups back then?

In order to save his own people and the world, he resolutely chose to enter the Jedi and seal the demon Mammon who was about to destroy the world.

But the final result was that they saw what true power was. Not only were they killed, but their souls were also trapped in this place forever, unable to return to the ether.

Zhang Yi was in the distance, staring at the center of the nuclear explosion.

I wonder if such an attack can completely kill the Phoenix.

Soon, he got the answer.

In the sea of ​​fire that was so hot and bright that it was dazzling, a huge figure slowly emerged and gradually took on a human form in his eyes.

The phoenix walked out of the sea of ​​fire, his whole body burning with scorching flames, but the golden armor had been completely melted, leaving only a majestic body as if it had been carefully carved by Michelangelo.

The Phoenix's body was naked, and he held the giant golden sword in his hand, with flames and magma flowing on his sword.

"No harm done? Impossible."

Zhang Yi whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a deep crack appear on the blade of the golden giant sword with a "crack".

The phoenix is ​​not as majestic as it appears on the surface. Even though it is a ghost, it exists in the form of an energy body and it is impossible for it not to be affected by the nuclear explosion.

Zhang Yi guessed that he must have wrapped himself in a large amount of magma to resist the impact of the explosion at the most critical moment.

He can withstand the baptism of magma and has a stronger tolerance to high temperatures.

Immediately afterwards, the words of the Phoenix also verified Zhang Yi's guess.

"You are very strong! If I were not an immortal ghost now, that attack would have been enough to cause fatal damage to me."

"So now, it's not fair for you for me to be standing here."

Zhang Yi also realized this problem.

The time these souls have been trapped here is at least millions or even tens of millions of years.

If they could die, they would have done it long ago.

He looked into the distance, at the bronze pillar that sealed Tyrant Sky and Destiny, his eyes thoughtful.

The Phoenix looked at him and said in a deep voice, "But I won't accept losing like this."

He pointed at the bronze pillar as well: "Without the seal, you can't kill me. So how about we negotiate a deal?"

Zhang Yi became interested.

He could see that although these ghosts were of different races and personalities, they all had the arrogance of the strong and were unwilling to rush up and besiege him.

After a person dies, only dignity can be retained.

"What do you want?"

Zhang Yi asked.

The phoenix stroked the huge golden sword in his hand.

"I'll strike again! If you can take it, I'll admit defeat."

Zhang Yi stared, lost in thought.

He saw in the [Second Hand of Time] the power of the Phoenix's sword, which was infused with the belief of killing, and it was almost as powerful as Li Changgong's [I am the Will of God].

He didn't want to go head-to-head with the Phoenix.

However, the Phoenix was right. He couldn't seal both Tyrant and Phoenix at the same time, so he could only fight fairly.

But how can he dodge this sword?

Zhang Yi was thinking about it, and the others were not in a hurry either, as they had a lot of time.

If Zhang Yi lost, then they would have to spend an extremely long, endless period of time here.

Zhang Yi raised his head. Instead of directly answering the Phoenix's question, he asked him a question in return.

"Before that, can I ask you a question?"

The Phoenix was a little surprised, but still nodded and said, "Excuse me."

Zhang Yi asked: "I want to know how you died in battle here? What kind of existence killed you?"

His voice was low and his emotions were sincere, but soon there was a hint of something unusual in his words.

"Can your sword really break through everything? But why did you die in this battle? Is it because your sword is not as sharp as you imagined?"

The last sentence is very heartbreaking.

A warrior's battle relies on the energy in his stomach and his invincible belief. If his heart is broken, his combat effectiveness will be drastically reduced, and he may not even be able to return to the peak in his lifetime.

What Zhang Yi wants is to waver the Phoenix's determination.

He had communicated with Ling before.

What kind of existence is the spirit?

This question was originally directed at Ling.

Is it Ling's spirit that returned to the ether that is her, or is it her body that possesses her memories and remains in the human world?

Ling’s answer was that the information that spirits can carry is limited, and they can only retain a very small amount of key information from their lifetime.

But Ling is different, she is the top spirit, so she can carry more information.

This is also why some people claim that they are reincarnated and remember the memories of their past lives.

Because when the spirit is separated from the ocean of spiritual essence and chooses a new body in the world, some of the information in the spirit is still retained.

The phoenix is ​​definitely a powerful spirit, but without a body to rely on, its memory must be severely damaged.