The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The Blazing Dragon was incredibly fast; with each flap of its enormous wings, it tore two shocking rifts in the sea of ​​clouds below.

The outline of the Holy Elephant Kingdom has already appeared on the horizon.

The land below had an eerie dark color, as if it had been soaked in ink.

"Prepare for landing, remain alert."

Zhou Jian's voice came through the tactical headset, his tone tinged with urgency.

Just as the head of the Blazing Dragon was about to cross the border of the Holy Elephant Kingdom.

hum!

An inexplicable resistance appeared out of nowhere.

The feeling was like suddenly rushing into an ocean made of solid mercury.

Viscous, heavy, and penetrating everywhere.

The Blazing Dragon let out a painful growl, its speed, which was enough to tear the sky apart, suddenly decreased sharply, and its massive body shook violently in the air.

It was almost impossible to move an inch.

"What's going on!"

Lei Yue was thrown off the dragon's back by the sudden force and nearly tumbled off.

He grabbed the protruding dragon scale to steady himself, his face beneath the mask filled with astonishment.

"Be careful, something's strange here! Just like the intelligence report, there's no signal, and all electronic devices are malfunctioning!" Qin Feng's voice followed closely behind. A string of garbled characters flashed across his tactical tablet screen before it went completely black.

"Gravity anomaly! Energy field disorder! What on earth is happening here?"

Zhou Jian didn't speak; he just stared intently ahead.

The sky, which appeared to be empty, was perceived by him as an invisible and intangible yet indestructible wall.

No, calling it a wall isn't accurate.

It should be a swamp.

A swamp that can devour all light, energy, and even will.

The Fiery Dragon was still struggling. Its breath, powerful enough to melt steel, was spewed out, but it mysteriously dissipated less than three meters from its mouth, turning into harmless sparks.

It roared angrily, but the sound waves were absorbed by the viscous air and disappeared without a trace after traveling a short distance.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Lei Yue frowned deeply.

"Illusion? Or some kind of domain?" Qin Feng quickly switched between different detection devices, but the result was the same: a dead silence of gibberish.

Zhou Jian slowly closed his eyes.

To his surprise, after arriving in this chaotic place...

He felt that tiny, almost invisible, power of death tremble slightly in his mind.

Though subtle, this is the power of death!

The power of death that belongs to him.

Zhou Jian's expression remained unchanged, revealing not a trace of his true feelings.

In this unknown world, this is his trump card.

"It's not a domain." Zhou Jian reopened his eyes, his face extremely solemn.

"It's as if we've been dragged into a separate world."

"Where did it go?" Lei Yue pressed.

Zhou Jian did not answer, because he didn't know either.

Just then, the surrounding scenery began to distort.

The sky is no longer the sky, and the clouds are no longer the clouds.

Everything is like an oil painting thrown into a washing machine; colors, lines, light and shadow are all mixed together, spinning wildly, stretching, and deforming.

The three of them felt a sudden dizziness, as if their souls were being torn apart by this force.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been a century.

When they regained consciousness, they found themselves no longer on the dragon's back.

Beneath my feet was a solid ground, covered with a cold, gray metallic floor.

The walls around them were familiar, and their Spark Squad's flag was still hanging on them.

This is... the tactical preparation room at the Dragon Kingdom headquarters?

The three of them exchanged a glance, and all saw the same shock and wariness on each other's faces.

"An illusion?"

Qin Feng uttered two words, raised his sniper rifle, and pointed it steadily forward, his tactical goggles rapidly scanning everything around him.

Zhou Jian did not move; his hand remained on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

His attention was now entirely focused on the perceived authority over death!

It's not an illusion, it's real.

In the real world, he did indeed feel the power of the authority of death.

Lei Yue's gaze was completely focused on the person in the center of the preparation room.

The man had his back to them, wearing the same black combat uniform as them, and stood tall and straight like a pine tree.

Just a glimpse of his back gave the three of them an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Captain?" Lei Yue called out tentatively, but his arm, which was holding the energy cannon, did not relax at all.

The figure moved.

He slowly turned around.

A face exactly like Chen Feng's appeared in front of the three of them.

Calm, reliable, and always able to bring them hope in their most desperate moments.

"You've arrived."

Chen Feng spoke, his expression calm, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.

But it was this calm that made the hairs on Zhou Jian's body stand on end.

wrong.

That's completely wrong!

Although the two had the exact same face, the aloofness between them made them certain that the person in front of them was definitely not Chen Feng!

Chen Feng now resembles a hunter waiting for his prey to come to him—cold and aloof.

"Captain, are you alright?" Lei Yue took a step forward, his expression a mixture of excitement and confusion.

"I am fine."

Chen Feng smiled slightly: "It's better than ever before."

He opened his arms as if embracing the world.

"I haven't changed, I've just... figured some things out."

Qin Feng kept his gun barrel locked on Chen Feng's forehead. He didn't say a word, but his finger was already on the trigger.

His reason told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.

Emotionally, however, he couldn't bring himself to shoot Chen Feng.

But he is not Chen Feng!

Bang--!!

The bullet was fired and pierced Chen Feng's head.

But the next second, the large hole on Chen Feng's forehead began to heal rapidly.

Throughout the entire process, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

He continued to watch the three of them with a smile, remaining silent.

But his silence only made the atmosphere more tense and terrifying!

"Captain, Elder Chi sent us to support you."

Zhou Jian spoke in a deep voice, probing to confirm whether the person in front of him merely resembled Chen Feng or also possessed Chen Feng's memories.

"Chi Zhengyang?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a strange arc, a mocking smile that was almost pity.

"Is he still fighting for that crumbling world? How pathetic."

These words made Lei Yue's expression change.

The captain would never speak to Old Chi in such a tone!

Zhou Jian, however, had a somber expression.

This person possesses Chen Feng's memories, but is not Chen Feng. Is it an illusion, or is Chen Feng's body being controlled by something?

"Who are you?!" Lei Yue roared, and the heavy sword on his shoulder gathered a blinding light.

"I?"

Chen Feng tilted his head, seemingly pondering an interesting question.

He raised his hand and gently brushed over a decorative potted plant beside him.

The moment his fingertips touched the leaves, the once vibrant plant withered and turned yellow at a visible speed, eventually turning into a handful of ashes.