42 Invasion (1/2)

Hours passed. In the night sky, Feng Hui collected his thoughts. Looking into the distance, he examined the decimated city empty of human life. Amidst his contemplating, he perceived the sudden intrusion of sound waves originating from a distant violent scream. Utilizing his Qi, he caused the ear-piercing sound to dissociate into nothingness when the waves approached his home.

”What?” Extending his vast spiritual sense to discern the source, Feng Hui's eyes widened.

With a straight tall back, Feng Hui stood atop the balcony ledge; he turned around to look into his home. Hidden in the darkness, his eyes flickered with strands of golden Qi. Releasing his domain, he surrounded the entire apartment.

No outsider could invade his domain without his acceptance. A domain was an isolated area that ran on its own, separate from the world. Along with this defensive domain, Feng Hui clenched his fists before summoning a portal. Just now, he had discerned an innumerable number of portals; furthermore, it was emitting a frightening emerald glow.

”What are these monsters?” Feng Hui's tall figure emitted killing intent. His spiritual sense wasn't extended during the formation of the portals; thus, he hadn't detected the faraway disturbance at the beginning.

”I need to investigate this.” Feng Hui would not allow any otherworldly lifeforms with unknown powers to freely wander. What if these creatures could evade his initial senses to harm those dear to him?

Closing his eyes, Feng Hui continued to probe around the countless buildings. A short while later, he sensed the presence of numerous strong cultivators; his pitch-black eyes turned murderous. These cultivators were undoubtedly connected to the golden-robed Tian Changming.

Feng Hui would not stop after the sole murder of Tian Changming; instead, he would end the lives of everyone related to the kidnapping of his mother. In his eyes, none of them could earn forgiveness within this lifetime!

Reaching the Golden Dragon realm once more, Feng Hui's confidence was overwhelming. It overshadowed even his former self as the Secret Legion's master. With unbelievable ease, he had returned to the Transcendent level which he had needed seventeen years to reach in the Eastern World.

With this alone, Feng Hui believed that the Immortal realm was easily within his reach. For him, it was no longer a question of 'if', rather it was 'when' he would achieve this fabled realm.

Stepping into the portal, Feng Hui's tall figure emanated the aura of a peerless devil. With a thought, an exquisite black mask covered his handsome face. This mask was a childhood present that he had received from Xiao Ruo. Shrouding his entire body in a veiled silver cloak, his eyes were incomparably cold.

There were various insignificant items residing within a small space inside his soul. If he were to take action, it was best to remain undercover in order to not drag his mother into this mess. What if Tian Changming knew that the masked man who would end up slaughtering his entire army was the son of one of his cherished talents? Feng Hui would not take the chance.

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Starryfu.

A survivor stronghold.

Within the five-story stronghold, there were over a thousand survivors located at the base of the building. Surprisingly, in the sealed-off company building, there was an abundance of children. It had been over two months since the disastrous apocalypse. Nowadays, there was a miniscule number of survivors left beneath the age of eighteen.

Furthermore, food was becoming a looming problem. The monsters such as the orcs would scavenge for supplies in the supermarkets if human flesh wasn't an option: this led to a supply shortage.

In the stronghold, every survivor had a grim face. In their eyes, it was a question of how soon their lives would end. At this stage, the abilities of the lemures were public knowledge. There was no safe place to hide.

If there were enough arms to defend a stronghold, the lemures would still end up destroying everything! With their mind-control abilities, no one could successfully build a long-term base.

In the corner of the construction, there were two fourteen-year-old teenagers discussing their next course of action. Surprisingly, the vast majority of the survivors looked toward these two with respect.

The respect shown by the survivors included even the sturdy-looking men. If Feng Hui were here, he would distinguish the two teenagers: Bao Jing and Mo Hongxi.

Bao Jing, the beautiful teenager with pale skin, smiled at her changed friend. After the Xinlong Paradise mission, Mo Hongxi had grown up to become more calculative, and his bright intelligence shone in the chaos. It was with his intelligence that the stronghold could successfully grow to this scale.

”Jingjing, the sole problem we have to deal with now are the lemures.” Mo Hongxi sighed. In these two months, the two friends had saved thousands of lives; however, the majority would opt not to stay with them.

These survivors could not be blamed for departing. In their eyes, a stronghold was merely an assembly of people waiting to fall to anarchy: not even the military could successfully build a long-term base.