Translator: CinderTL
Above the execution ground, gray mist churned and a storm gathered, lightning flashing and thunder roaring as a colossal mist face materialized from the swirling chaos.
"Come on, let's fight!"
The masked man, clad head-to-toe in armor, struck first. Eerie green flames surged from the armor's seams, enveloping his entire body.
With a single upward gesture, the flames transformed into a swirling vortex that surged toward the sky.
The sky blazed with emerald fire, coalescing into a fiery ocean that sent cascading waves of flames crashing against the heavens.
Simultaneously, an arm formed from the gray mist descended.
Where the gray mist met the flames, the two energies clashed, devouring and neutralizing each other.
A terrifying power brewed in mid-air, unleashing concentric shockwaves that sent the massive crowd gathered outside the execution ground flying.
The military department's soldiers sprang into action.
A long, black blade materialized from nowhere, positioning itself before the crowd to shield them from the onrushing shockwave.
Large numbers of personnel in Old Day City Military Department uniforms began organizing the evacuation of civilians.
By now, the energy clash in the sky had reached its peak, and a malevolent grin spread across the mist face.
The gray mist suddenly pressed down, tearing a gap through the sea of eerie green fire.
Boom!
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the heavens trembled.
The gray mist shattered the sea of green fire, sending sparks scattering in all directions.
The gray mist's hand pierced through the fiery barrier, reaching directly for Feng Qi, who was bound to the executioner's blade, his body covered in wounds.
At that moment, the black blade abruptly blocked the gray mist's hand.
Black light flowed across the blade's surface, and a "momentum" strikingly similar to that of Liu Yue when he drew his sword swept through the air toward the gray mist's hand.
The blade's intent collided with the gray mist, and a savage expression twisted the Lord of the Mist's face.
The gray mist pressed down with overwhelming force, causing the black blade to tremble violently.
A figure materialized behind the blade, gripping its hilt. With a sudden, powerful swing, he slashed forward.
The seemingly simple slash caused the ambient spiritual energy to converge, forming a black blade of energy that surged skyward.
Realizing that prolonging the battle would only worsen his situation, the Lord of the Mist hardened his resolve.
Scarlet light erupted from the gray mist, coalescing into a blood-red longsword that clashed violently with the black blade of energy, shattering it effortlessly.
After shattering the black blade, the blood-red sword dissolved back into the Sea of Gray Mist.
A crimson hand suddenly emerged from the gray mist, swatting aside the military department officer blocking its path and reaching for Feng Qi once more.
But by then, dozens of military personnel had positioned themselves before Feng Qi.
They had finally realized that the Domain-Transcending Creature formed from the gray mist in the sky was targeting the prisoner about to be executed.
However, they had clearly underestimated the Lord of the Mist's power.
A terrifying pressure descended, causing their blood to surge uncontrollably.
Their pupils instantly became bloodshot, and dense crimson spiderweb patterns erupted across their skin.
Crack!
A series of explosive sounds rang out. Before the military department soldiers could even launch an attack, they had already been killed by the Lord of the Mist's blood manipulation ability.
Hidden in the shadows, the Spirit Lord gazed at the gray mist giant, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
The plan had undoubtedly succeeded; the force backing Feng Qi had finally revealed itself.
Yet he never imagined this hidden power would be the vanished Mist Clan.
He was no stranger to this formidable race.
In his memory, the Mist Clan had been the undisputed dominant force near the Spirit Energy Clan's ancestral Domain Field. Legend claimed their ancestors had once produced a supreme powerhouse who had broken free from the shackles of fate.
Before the Spirit Energy Clan entered the human world, they had often been bullied by the Mist Clan.
Though he was young at the time, he still remembered the saying used to frighten children within the clan:
"If you don't behave, the Mist Monsters will snatch you away and devour you as blood food!"
As he stared at the Lord of the Mist, the Spirit Lord's expression turned grim.
As if facing a natural predator, the energy within his body began to boil uncontrollably.
He struck.
A massive black arrow materialized from thin air, piercing the Lord of the Mist's chest in his mist giant form with lightning speed.
Terrifying spirit energy surged, rapidly draining the spiritual energy particles from the surrounding air and channeling them into the black arrow.
Caught off guard, the Lord of the Mist was struck by the black arrow, which exploded violently.
The Sea of Gray Mist churned violently, a massive chunk blasted away.
The mist face contorted in pain.
Terrifying spirit energy particles rapidly corroded the gray mist, revealing numerous figures lurking in the darkness.
He turned his gaze westward.
Through his qi blood perception, he clearly sensed several lifeforms with dense qi blood rapidly approaching from the west.
Remaining here would undoubtedly trap him in a desperate situation.
The Lord of the Mist lowered his head, his gaze falling upon Feng Qi bound on the execution platform. A resolute determination surged within him.
We only realize the value of what we've lost after it's gone.
Feng Qi was his only family in this world. He refused to live another day haunted by the regret and guilt of losing him.
With a roar, a massive surge of qi blood erupted from the gray mist, dyeing it crimson.
Countless blood-red giant hands materialized from the blood mist, slamming down on the execution ground in a desperate attempt to breach the defensive blockade.
Members of the Spirit Energy Clan, who had been hiding in the shadows, unleashed a barrage of spirit energy art magic, their spells raining down like a storm upon the Blood Giant's surface.
Yet the Lord of the Mist didn't retreat an inch.
Gazing at Feng Qi, bound before the guillotine, an endless rage surged within him.
Memories flooded his mind.
In the snow-swept forests of the Winterfrost District, he had once believed he would die, yet he had survived.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Feng Qi's warm, smiling face.
That was their first meeting.
From that moment on, Feng Qi became his only family.
The scene of Feng Qi risking his life to defend him against the sword saint's onslaught outside the village near Winterfrost City remained vivid in his mind.
Within the Heijue Domain Field, Feng Qi had carried him through the Weak Domain Races' relentless pursuit, fighting until his vision blurred with blood, finally collapsing under the twilight sky.
Each time Feng Qi risked his life to save him, it reminded him of the clansmen who had sacrificed themselves on the path to freedom.
He had once chosen to cling to life under the protection of his kin.
For this, he had suffered anguish, guilt, and regret.
After over a decade of companionship, he had long regarded Feng Qi as his only family.
This time, he refused to endure such pain again.
Better to fight to the death than to live in cowardice.
The qi blood stored within his body surged forth, transforming the gray mist into a crimson haze.
At that moment, high-ranking warriors from the military department arrived at the scene.
Facing the Lord of the Mist, now transformed into a blood-red giant, they launched a coordinated assault.
The Blood Giant repeatedly collapsed and reformed during the battle, the blood mist visibly shrinking at an alarming rate.
As Feng Qi watched the Lord of the Mist struggle fiercely in the sky, desperately trying to reach the execution ground, his vision gradually blurred.
After over a decade of companionship, it was impossible not to feel some attachment.
Yet he never imagined the Lord of the Mist would risk his life to save him at this critical moment.
Feng Qi knew the Lord of the Mist well—this creature always weighed the odds, never acting without absolute certainty of victory.
He could practically recite the Lord's favorite sayings by heart:
"Feng Qi, you must understand one thing: only fools choose direct confrontation. Wisdom lies in achieving maximum gain with minimal cost."
"The best strategy is to strike at the heart, not the army. Ancient human texts echo my own thoughts—humans are remarkably clever."
"Feng Qi, that's the thinking of a brute. Strength is important, but it's a last resort. Learn to discern others' emotions and intentions, and you'll command the battlefield from afar."
"If I can use my mind, I'll never lift a finger..."
This man, whose mind was always focused on achieving victory through cunning strategies, had today chosen to fight in the very manner he once despised most.
All to save him from the execution ground.
A bitter feeling welled up in his heart.
I've been using you all along, yet you treat me like family.
How absurd.
As more enemies arrived to reinforce the execution ground, the Lord of the Mist gradually weakened.
(End of the Chapter)
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