For everyone watching—at least those who remembered—it wasn't just the Omni Energy or the divine weight of Parker and Vivian's presence that made their spines straighten.
It was Zhang Ruoyun.
Those who knew her, truly knew her, remembered what happened when she shifted. When the Yin side of her calmed the storm, only for the Yang to rise like divine wildfire—dominant, unstoppable, absolute. She was standing between two living calamities who could turn entire realities into oblivion with a thought—if they went out.
And she didn't flinch. Not once.
Because she didn't need to.
The Yin-Yang Phoenix may not have been on their level—not quite—but she wasn't far. Whether now or in lifetimes when all of them were at full strength and fully awakened, she would've lasted. She would've stood. She wasn't a fly dodging giants. She was the kind of fighter that made even the gods recheck their math.
Give it a month of endless battle with one of them, and then she might fall.
