There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no violently raging energy fluctuations—only a gentle, warm glimmer of spacetime quietly spreading out, steadily enveloping the battlefield on the verge of collapse.
The next instant, two tall figures teleported out of thin air and descended through the air, landing firmly before Jean Grey and blocking all the killing attacks from the five Ultimate Sentinels for her.
Loren, tall and gentle in bearing, stood at the center ahead. There was neither edge nor sharpness around him, neither ripple nor disturbance, yet he carried an unparalleled pressure that stood above all heavens. Just his simple back was enough to withstand countless killing blows and suppress the turmoil of heaven and earth.
At his side, 2B stood quietly. Her pure white silver hair fluttered softly in the wind, and her black, austere combat dress fit neatly against her body. The snow-white visor concealed her eyes, but it could not hide the cold, murderous battlefield aura emanating from her.
Energy flowed slowly around her as her weapon finished materializing. The pure white longsword gleamed with icy light in her palm. She stood straight, her fighting spirit fierce and her killing intent decisive.
The sudden appearance of the two instantly shattered the deadly impasse.
Jean Grey, on the verge of passing out, suddenly raised her eyes. Her pale, weak face was filled with shock and disbelief as her feeble gaze remained fixed on the two figures who had appeared before her. Extreme bewilderment and confusion surged through her heart.
She had never seen these two before, nor had she ever sensed such an aura that transcended dimensions. Yet that gentle, steady presence, capable of suppressing everything, instantly brought a trace of comfort to her mind, which was on the verge of collapse.
The five Ultimate Sentinels charging forward in