Lu Zhaoming was meditating with his eyes closed, sensing the subtle changes in the fluctuations of his supernatural power within his body.

The system notification suddenly rang out sharply, as if a sharp knife had pierced his bone marrow, and he involuntarily frowned.

Suddenly, a system interface popped up, flashing a blood-red warning light: "Warning! New tracking signal detected, target locked!"

Lu Zhaoming's heart raced instantly, as if a bomb was pounding wildly in his chest.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze like two sharp laser beams, sweeping towards the bottomless entrance of the mine.

There, a blurry figure gradually became clearer like a ghost, emanating a chilling aura that caused the temperature in the mine to plummet, making the air feel sticky and frozen.

“Leng Feng…” Lu Zhaoming murmured softly.

Leng Feng's deadpan face looked as if he had been dug out of a grave, radiating a powerful aura that said, "Don't touch me, I'm not in a good mood."

The alloy longsword in his hand left a trail of afterimages in the dim firelight, and the sharpness of the blade could make one's skin tighten even from a distance.

His icy eyes swept over him, and Lu Zhaoming felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if they were saluting him.

"Lu Zhaoming, the game is over." Leng Feng's voice seemed to have just been pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a metallic quality, each word striking the deathly silence of the mine.

Lu Zhaoming was burning with anger, but on the surface he remained calm.

He knew that Leng Feng was serious this time, and he had to find a solution as soon as possible.

He turned around abruptly, looking at the eagle beside him with a hint of urgency in his eyes.

Eagle nodded, and with a swift movement, appeared in front of Leng Feng in an instant.

His eyes gleamed with a sense of vicissitude, and his voice was deep and powerful: "Remember, balance is the key!"

Before he finished speaking, the eagle's figure flashed, appearing like a ghost among Leng Feng's hunter team.

The short sword in his hand drew lightning-like trajectories in the air, instantly defeating several hunters.

The hunters fell to the ground one after another, screaming in agony, but more enemies surged in like a tide, surrounding the eagle.

Lu Zhaoming had no time to hesitate. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to activate Judgment Storm II.

Energy rapidly condenses within the body, forming a massive energy vortex.

In his eyes, the Eye of Judgment shone with a brilliant light, as if opening a gateway to another world.

"Initiate fusion!" Lu Zhaoming shouted sharply, his energy seemingly being infused with boundless power under the guidance of the Eye of Judgment.

The energy vortex continued to grow, and a strong smell of ionization filled the air. Even tiny cracks appeared on the walls of the mine.

The hunter team was thrown into chaos by the sudden attack and scattered in all directions. Seeing this, Leng Feng shouted and his long sword turned into a cold light, thrusting straight at Lu Zhaoming.

However, just as the blade was about to touch Lu Zhaoming, a huge energy vortex suddenly erupted, completely engulfing Leng Feng.

Leng Feng struggled in the energy vortex, but gradually collapsed powerlessly.

His eyes were filled with resentment, but he eventually closed them.

Upon seeing this, Qinglian's last thought of resistance vanished.

She glared fiercely at Leng Feng, who was lying on the ground, then slowly walked to Lu Zhaoming and knelt down on one knee.

"I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you, Lu Zhaoming, as long as you can help me take revenge." Qinglian's voice carried a hint of determination, but even more so, a hope for the future.

Lu Zhaoming nodded slightly, then turned to look at the eagle and nodded gratefully.

The eagle smiled slightly, nodded, and then gestured for Lu Zhaoming to continue his cultivation.

Qinglian stood up, walked to the blacksmith beside her, and began to help him analyze the information he had obtained from the white-robed man.

Lu Zhaoming continued to meditate with his eyes closed, sensing the fluctuations of energy within his body.

The system interface pops up a message: "Advanced functions of the mental interference module have been unlocked, but side effects are beginning to appear."

Lu Zhaoming felt a sharp headache, as if countless needles were piercing and churning in his brain.

He gritted his teeth, but his heart was unusually firm: "Every power has a price, but in order to rebuild order, I must persevere."

The eagle's voice echoed in my ears: "Every power comes at a price; you must find a solution."

Just as the team was taking a short break, the system interface popped up another warning: No modifications needed.

Chinese translation:

Just as the team was taking a short break, Lu Zhaoming was rubbing his temples. The explosive feeling caused by the forced fusion and upgrade of "Judgment Storm II" plus the side effects of the mental interference module had not completely subsided. He felt like his brain was about to be shaken into a pot of mush.

Just when the team could finally catch their breath, that damn system started acting up again. The shrill alarm sounded like a midnight horror movie, frantically "beep beep beep" in his mind, even more disturbing than the neighbor's renovation!

【warn!

warn!

The White Robe Control Center has detected that it has activated the ultimate defense program – 'Apocalypse Barrier'!

Full activation is expected in 30 minutes!

A bright red pop-up window almost blinded Lu Zhaoming's titanium alloy eyes. The bloody countdown on it was terrifying, like a death knell.

"Holy crap! Those bastards in white robes are planning something big!" Lu Zhaoming's body trembled, and the last bit of headache was instantly swept away by this urgent alarm.

He sprang to his feet, his movements as swift as a cheetah poised to pounce, his eyes sharp enough to pierce through the mine walls, fixed on the distant, faintly visible white-robed control center—that damned place, probably now an impregnable fortress, waiting for him to deliver his head!

"The time for the final battle has come, we can't wait any longer! Damn it, if we wait any longer, we'll all be left here singing 'It's all over'!" Lu Zhaoming's voice was resolute, carrying a domineering spirit of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me", and a bit of the roguishness of "I'm going to cause trouble".

He took a deep breath. The air was still filled with the smell of blood and the acrid fumes of gunpowder, which made his throat dry, but it also stimulated his fighting spirit. His blood was boiling, as if a fire was burning inside him.

He had just turned around, ready to call his brothers to grab their weapons and start fighting, when Qinglian's voice, tinged with trepidation and a hint of resentment, drifted from behind him, like a cat's paw gently scratching at Lu Zhaoming, making his heart inexplicably tighten.

"Lu Zhaoming..." she called softly, her voice low but like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing some of the heat that was about to erupt in Lu Zhaoming's head.

He stopped and turned around, meeting Qinglian's misty eyes, which were filled with complex emotions that were like a tangled mess, making one's head spin just looking at them.

This girl, just a moment ago she was all smiles and said, "I'm willing to serve you like a dog or a horse," but now... She bit her cherry lips, her usual seductive charm fading considerably, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. She asked in a low voice, but each word was clear: "What if... what if the price is your life? Would you still go?"

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and the deathly silence made it hard to breathe.