Translator: CinderTL
Even a brief glance into Mu Qing's eyes triggered a fleeting hallucination in Feng Qi's mind.
He saw mountains of corpses stretching for miles. At the peak of the central bone mountain stood a terrifying creature shrouded in scarlet light, ceaselessly unleashing death and calamity upon the world, its qi momentum dominating all living beings.
"It's me!" he blurted out.
"Eh?! Oh, I'm so sorry!" Mu Qing's icy gaze instantly melted into a dazed, adorable expression. Her face flushed with apology as she said, "I didn't actually intend to attack you. I sensed a familiar aura on you already. I just couldn't control my emotions for a moment—you know how difficult it is for me to regulate my emotional shifts these days."
"It's alright, Senior Sister. Please continue," Feng Qi said, understanding immediately.
At this stage, Mu Qing was not yet the Great Demon King of the Dawn Army she would become in the future. Her control over her own power was clearly far from what it would be later, making these moments of losing control perfectly normal.
He vividly remembered the first time he met Mu Qing, when her unintentional punch by the lake near the Star City Academy dormitory nearly crippled him.
Even after graduation, during their battle against the Lord of the Mist, Mu Qing had experienced similar lapses in control.
Clearly, Mu Qing still had a long way to go before truly mastering her power. She was far from reaching her peak.
"Mm," Mu Qing responded with a docile nod. Her figure transformed into a scarlet light as she surged into a nearby room.
Immediately, the ground trembled slightly, and the sounds of violent impacts echoed through the air.
Glancing at the Nightshadow Clan member whose upper body was embedded in the ground, his death gruesome, Feng Qi suddenly thought of Suction Cup.
Little Suction Cup's fighting style was a perfect reflection of Mu Qing's: fists as truth, one punch shattering all defenses.
This stood in stark contrast to the Lord of the Mist's flamboyant, art magic-based combat style—two extremes on the battlefield.
At that moment, he turned his gaze to the other side.
Liu Yue stood his ground, surrounded by a crisscrossing network of sword energy. His right hand formed a sword finger, and with each precise gesture, a blade of energy shot forth, effortlessly reaping the lives of fleeing Nightshadow Clan members.
The Xia Family Brothers fought with even more brutal efficiency. One wielded a metal door panel as both shield and weapon, while several Nightshadow Clan members already lay fallen around them.
Meanwhile, Yan Yue and Cai Guo, who had been standing together, seemed to be in trouble.
Their eyes gradually turned white, and their minds appeared to be drifting.
Several Nightshadow Clan members stood nearby, their hands outstretched, pushing forward with invisible force. Countless purple threads connected to the pair's bodies.
Clearly, the Nightshadow Clan warriors were attempting to mentally control them.
Seeing this, Feng Qi planted his foot, leaving a deep imprint in the ground, and surged forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Even before closing the distance, he raised his fist.
Dark-green flames coiled up his right arm, coalescing around his fist. His heart pounded violently, and the surging blood mist enveloped his fist, intensifying the fiery aura.
The flames of fist intent surged within his chest, his indomitable qi momentum rising steadily.
He leaned forward and abruptly unleashed his right fist.
The fist shadow, a fusion of crimson and dark-green flames, resembled an enraged dragon, its claws and fangs tearing through the air as it hurtled forward.
It crashed into the Nightshadow Clan warriors under their terrified gazes.
As the fist shadow swept past, their bodies were reduced to bare bones, flesh and blood devoured by the fiery projection.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of shattering bones echoed through the air as the Nightshadow Clan warriors, who had been casting mental control spells moments before, were utterly incinerated, their ashes scattering across the ground.
Yan Yue and Cai Guo's eyes gradually regained clarity.
Unlike Yan Yue, who had honed his skills in frontline battle groups, this was clearly Cai Guo's first experience of actual combat. The sight before her made her clamp a hand over her mouth, her face ashen.
Yet she bravely suppressed the urge to vomit, taking deep breaths to regain her composure.
"Yan Yue, take Cai Guo to the control console to rest. Leave the rest to us. Your priority is protecting her—she's Dawn's only battlefield medic right now."
"Understood!"
Yan Yue, having recognized the crimson giant before him as Feng Qi, nodded and led Cai Guo toward the control console where Yang Xiaoxin was stationed.
Once he confirmed Yan Yue and Cai Guo were safe, Feng Qi's gaze shifted to a nearby room.
Inside, a purple-skinned Nightshadow Clan warrior was relentlessly draining the power from his fellow clansmen.
His body swelled visibly as the absorbed energy surged through him.
Feng Qi was no stranger to this figure.
In the previous timeline, the Lord of the Mist had secretly instigated infighting within the Nightshadow Clan, ultimately annihilating them—but at the cost of severe injuries to himself.
By the time he called Feng Qi to report his safety, he was already utterly exhausted.
The Lord of the Mist later recounted the civil war's details, revealing that the most formidable opponent had been the Nightshadow Clan's current leader.
As the leader of the dominant faction within the Nightshadow Clan's three major lineages, the clan leader had spent years exploiting the Tiger Soul Research Institute's resources to enhance his power, making him a formidable force.
The art magic he was now wielding to drain his clansmen's power had also been developed through the institute's art magic division.
Feng Qi was familiar with the Nightshadow Clan's grand art magic concept.
This technique involved combining the power of clansmen to form an external avatar, granting the user immense strength.
The more numerous and powerful the clansmen, the stronger the power-infused individual would become.
At that moment, a faint blue energy enveloped the Nightshadow Clan Leader, forming an external energy body around him.
This blue energy construct possessed eight arms, a ferocious visage, and stood over three meters tall.
Sensing Feng Qi's gaze, the Nightshadow Clan Leader turned to face him.
Their eyes met briefly before the clan leader inhaled sharply. Instantly, the Nightshadow Clan members beside him collapsed, their faces contorted with exhaustion.
Feng Qi's fist clenched slowly, his knuckles cracking with explosive force.
A savage grin spread across his lips as he raised a hand, beckoning the Nightshadow Clan Leader with mocking invitation.
Boom!
Enveloped by the blue eight-armed energy body, the Nightshadow Clan Leader smashed through the doorframe, sending splinters flying as he lunged toward Feng Qi.
Feng Qi's clenched fist shot out.
Dark-green flames and blood mist coalesced into a fist-shaped shadow, slamming into the Nightshadow Clan Leader's face.
Bang!
His fist struck the blue energy body's face with devastating force.
The Nightshadow Clan Leader, still encased in the blue energy construct, was sent hurtling backward, crashing violently into the wall, blue sparks scattering from the impact.
The sheer power of the blow clearly exceeded the Nightshadow Clan Leader's expectations.
But it quickly pulled itself free from the wall and lunged at him again.
(End of the Chapter)
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