Cyan Miasma Swamp, human forward base.
A silvery-white streak of light tore through the night sky, landing flawlessly on the tarmac.
It was Han Feng's Escapee Type II·Shadow Spirit Armor.
Less than an hour had passed from the moment he left the Central Army Tent to his return.
The soldiers on guard duty saw the familiar figure, and their expressions instantly changed, 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 the tent, Ye Jinghong stood before a holographic sand table, his brow deeply furrowed.
The pressure from Profound Prison weighed on him like a great mountain. Even with the recent acquisition of twenty thousand Snake Lizard People as followers, he could find no peace.
The tent flap was thrown open, and Han Feng strode in.
