Clad in inky military artillery, the officer stood with his hands behind him, his gaze intently focused on the golden-haired pegasus above the magma.
A dim shadow materialized, bowing, "Sir Berner, the Season Envoy's laboratory was attacked. A high-level Evil Spirit Pearl was stolen by a mysterious man."
Pang Xize turned around, his eyes narrowing slightly, a fierce chill twinkling within, "What did you say?!"
The dim shadow hurriedly bent even lower, grinding his teeth while enduring fear to relay the detailed account.
The invisible gravitational field around them suddenly intensified, the air seeming to solidify, showing strands of white lines and causing large areas of the surface to collapse.
The magma at the center of the volcano became even more turbulent, appearing ready to erupt at any moment and potentially create a catastrophe of apocalyptic proportions.
The dim shadow couldn't withstand the sudden change in the gravitational environment and thudded to his knees, head bowed, teeth clenched, shaking all over.
However, this state didn't last long, returning to normal after just two seconds.
"Where is Berner?" A cold, indifferent voice came from the distance.
"The Season Envoy opened the portal to the Bailu Restricted Area to confront the three intruders."
The dim shadow said in a deep voice, his head lowered, "He should still be at Cloud Platform number 37 by now."
Hearing this, Pang Xize let out a cold laugh and asked no more, forcibly suppressing his anger before falling into contemplation.
He had already given up on the useless Berner to recover the high-level Evil Spirit Pearl.
Now, he could only look for another solution.
"Make arrangements, call all the Level 5 Season Envoys." Pang Xize squinted towards the gray horizon, bloodlust and a murderous intent flickering in his gaze.
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The woman in the black dress was prostrate over Xia Feng, hooking his chin and leaning in slightly, her beautiful eyes slightly drooping as she focused on the thin lips so close to her own, feeling her will clear yet confused.
Damn, what am I doing?
Mu Qingtong's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, but her cold little face showed no hesitation as she leaned down—
It was cool, thin, like jelly.
So this is what kissing feels like?
It feels just like that, average.
Her calm gaze lifted slightly, Mr. Xia's eyelids remained closed in the shadows, showing no sign of suddenly awakening.
This allowed her to relax a bit, and after prying open Mr. Xia's thin lips, she began to transfer Evil Power through the soul blood chain, immersing the dense fog into his mouth.
Mu Qingtong could feel it, with every exhalation of the Evil Power fog, the mysterious force inside Mr. Xia's body would automatically draw in the fog, absorbing it into the region of his chest.
Compared to transmission through the blood vessels in the neck, this method was clearly more efficient.
In just a few seconds, Mu Qingtong felt the erosion of the Evil Power inside her relieved by 30%.
Seeing this, she wrapped her arms around Mr. Xia's neck, adjusted her position, and sped up the transfer.
At that moment, a deep, slightly pained grunt from the man came to her ears again, and Mu Qingtong's bent neck stiffened slightly, her disheveled sweat-drenched silver hair fluttering across the man's face with the breeze.
She pursed her lips and lifted her head slightly, trying to keep her beautiful eyes calm, silently watching, waiting for Xia Feng to awaken.
However, what puzzled her was that Mr. Xia still seemed to be some kind of conditioned reflex triggered by stress.
Seeing this, Mu Qingtong didn't interfere further but continued to press her red lips down again.
But just as they touched, Xia Feng shook his head slightly in resistance, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, with a faint, faint voice coming from his thin lips.
Mu Qingtong paused, vaguely hearing the words "don't want," a resistance mixed with some kind of fear, even dread.
This made her frown deeper. What did it mean? Was Mr. Xia's body subconsciously resisting me?
Or was he having a nightmare?
Or could it be that Xia Feng had actually woken up but just couldn't open his eyes, and upon feeling her action, he wanted to forcibly awaken his body to stop her?
However, after sensing with spiritual power, Mu Qingtong was certain that Mr. Xia's spirit had not awakened but was just somewhat active, more in line with someone experiencing some kind of unforgettable nightmare.
Her beautiful eyes perplexed, she glanced at Xia Feng's eyelids for a moment, too lazy to think further. Mu Qingtong paused and then began to transmit Evil Power again.
But right after, Xia Feng shook his head again, starting to struggle with murmurs of resistance coming from his mouth without consciousness.
"Emperor... don't want..."
Although it was just an indistinct low murmur, Mu Qingtong felt it strangely grating,
Her eyes slightly cold, she firmly embraced the back of Xia Feng's neck, but the man underneath her struggled even more violently because of this, even starting to wave his hands unconsciously.
"Slap!" Caught off guard, Mu Qingtong was hit with a slap, her head tilted, her beautiful eyes slightly stunned.
"You jerk..." Mu Qingtong's eyes narrowed, and she directly pinned Xia Feng's wrists above his dark hair, causing Xia Feng's neck to arch back reflexively, his lips parting and murmuring unclear words of resistance.
Mu Qingtong's gaze was icy as she forcefully clutched the man's jaw with her other hand and sharply lowered her head!
After dropping the gentleness, the speed of transmitting the Evil Power indeed became a bit faster.
In less than ten seconds, the Evil Power eroding Mu Qingtong was completely dissipated.
But the outer world still had a continuous influx of Evil Power mist into her body, so she had to keep transferring it brutally into Xia Feng's mouth to maintain a normal state of sanity.
Clearly, this was not a good solution, as the kissing could not be interrupted, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
Mu Qingtong fell into contemplation.
[After pondering for a full 10 seconds, researching the Evil Power mist for another 100 seconds, and kissing you for a whole 10 minutes! Mu Qingtong had a sudden inspiration. She fused and optimized the structure of the C·Bronze Spirit Robe's Spiritual Particles with C·Spiritual Particle Mimicry, and you grasped the "B-grade Spirit Clothes·Bronze Evil Armor."]
[B·Bronze Evil Armor]
[Mu Qingtong quality, assured excellence]
[Powerful Evil Filtering: You can release Spiritual Particles to create a set of Evil-filtering Spirit Clothes on the outside of your body, which has a 100~200 times more efficient evil-filtering effect than ordinary Evil-filtering Spirit Clothes, the effect depending on how much Spiritual Pressure is consumed]
[Effect 2: Intimidation, you can simulate 1 to 10 times your own virtual Spiritual Pressure to intimidate the target.]
[Effect 3: Mimicry, the coat can take any shape, including but not limited to cars, planes, ship bodies, etc... and is capable of flight, controllable by thought, with a speed limit equal to your agility.]
As Mu Qingtong's thoughts arose, the Spiritual Particles glowing faintly emerged from under her skin, forming a translucent Spirit Clothes that suddenly dispersed—
It actually condensed into a Capsule Ship-shaped Spirit Clothes, lifting the two up and enveloping them into the hull, beginning to float slowly towards the depths of the forest.
The thick mist surrounding them was instantly repelled outside the Capsule Ship, but there were still a few leaks, thin wisps seeping in.
However, the concentration had been greatly reduced, no longer causing Mu Qingtong to lose her sanity in seconds.
She released Xia Feng's lips and looked up at the outside.
Surrounding her were the hauntingly white, towering giant trees of Cangtian, entwined with thick gray mist, with no knowledge of where this place really was.
Mr. Xia was still not waking up due to the Space-time River.
With no clear direction in mind, the woman in the black dress let her long lashes fall again, her gaze quietly fixed on the broken lips in front of her, bitten to the point of drawing blood.
To tell the truth, the feeling of kissing was just so—ordinary.
Thinking about it, she hesitated for 0.8 seconds and then lowered her head again.
"Uh..." Xia Feng's brows locked again, and his eyelids fluttered slightly.