Cyan Miasma Swamp, human forward base.
A silver-white stream of light tore through the night sky, landing unerringly on the landing pad.
It was Han Feng's Escapee Type II·Shadow Spirit Armor.
From the moment he left the Central Army Tent to his return, less than an hour had passed.
When the soldiers on guard duty saw the familiar figure, the look in their eyes changed instantly—a mixture of awe, fanaticism, and a hint of disbelief.
Every time this advisor acted alone, it heralded a storm.
Han Feng ignored their gazes and walked straight toward the brightly lit Central Army Tent.
Inside, Ye Jinghong stood before a holographic sand table, his brow deeply furrowed.
The pressure from the Profound Prison weighed on him like a great mountain. Even having just gained twenty thousand Snake Lizard People as followers, he still found no peace.
The tent flap was pushed aside, and Han Feng walked in.
"You're back?" Ye Jinghong looked up, the tension in his brow easing slightly.
