Dense bolts of lightning rained down, some landing on the surrounding land, but most striking the shrunken Black Prison building under Qin Sheng's control.
A transparent protective shield suddenly lit up, resisting the lightning strike that was several degrees stronger than ordinary lightning, before finally shattering under the seemingly endless lightning.
The lightning continued to fall, striking the outer shell of the Black Prison and leaving large dents, with some places even showing tiny cracks.
Chaos reigned within the dark prison.
Lu Fei's eyes flashed, and after quickly issuing a few commands, he entered the secret room on the eighteenth floor again, and the cabinet door of the life pod opened once more.
The man's figure reappeared in sight.
Hearing the continuous roar and feeling the Black Prison Flying Machine shaking beneath his feet, his face turned extremely ugly: "Is this how you do things?"
Lu Fei didn't bother to explain further and simply showed him the pre-recorded video.
After finishing, he said, "The aircraft has been severely damaged and can no longer perform normal space travel. But if we don't change our position, the Shadow Division, the Dark Division, and even major international forces will come looking for us soon. Then it won't be so easy for us to get away."
The man's face darkened considerably.
But I also know this is not the time to get angry.
He took a deep breath to suppress his frustration, turned around and went back to the life pod to retrieve an energy stone the size of an adult's fist. He handed it to Lu Fei and said, "Repair the spacecraft immediately and move to a different location."
He paused, then added, "Let's find a spatial rift to settle down for a while, and then go out in two years."
Although he was unwilling to admit it, he lost this fight.
Fu Jingheng and Qin Sheng dealt a heavy blow to Black Prison on their own.
It affects not only aircraft, but also people, and even their mental well-being.
It's no longer appropriate for him to clash with Fu Jingheng and Qin Sheng in the short term, and it's even more inappropriate for him to appear in the public eye again.
Otherwise, if this situation were to occur twice more, they wouldn't even need to completely destroy the Black Prison; the energy stone consumption alone would be enough to plunge him into an abyss of no return.
With sufficient energy replenishment, the Black Prison Aircraft, equipped with automatic recovery capabilities, quickly returned to its previous state.
The lightning strikes had stopped, and the turbulent space returned to calm.
With a flash of silver light, the Black Prison Building vanished without a trace.
However, Qin Sheng couldn't see any of these.
After being under extreme tension and expending a great deal of mental energy, she once again couldn't hold on and fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Jingheng looked at the girl in his arms with her eyes closed and couldn't help but reach out and stroke her face, which was much paler than usual.
A look of heartache filled her dark, jade-like eyes.
He raised his hand and scooped the person up in his arms.
A peculiar, holy golden power slowly flowed into Qin Sheng's body through their touching skin, causing her tightly pursed lips to gradually relax.
*
Two days later, on an island in the Arctic Ocean.
The island is quite large, about 7,000 square kilometers, which is even larger than Shanghai.
The island is covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, and the temperature is extremely low.
What should have been an extremely desolate environment turns out to be quite different upon closer inspection. There are many houses of all sizes built on this icy island, and people can be seen moving around from time to time.
There are also helipads, training grounds, and all sorts of venues, making it resemble a miniature city.
Saying it's a city isn't quite right either.
Looking at the drill ground, which occupies one-third of the island's area, it might be more accurate to describe it as a militarized management base.
But only those who are actually there know that it is far more terrifying than some countries’ militarized bases.
Indeed, a country that can be built in sub-zero temperatures can't be that simple.
This is where the Shadow Division is located.
The Shadow Division is a force established by Fu Jingheng during his fourth awakening, and it has been around for nearly twenty years now.
The four of them, Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, came from here. Now, Mo Di is mainly in charge of this area, and Fu Jingheng only comes here occasionally.
Before that, he almost never showed his face. It was only in the last few years, as his injuries have improved, that he has started to appear in public more often.
The Shadow Department is mainly divided into the Shadow Guard Department, the Technical Department, the Logistics Department, and the Newcomer Training Camp, totaling about three thousand people, all of whom live on the east side of this Shadow Island.
On the west side of the island is a separate estate.
It's amazing.
Despite the temperature being below -20 degrees Celsius, nearly 30 degrees Celsius, countless flowers bloomed in abundance, and the vegetation was lush and verdant within the estate on the west side of the island.
It was a scene of perfect springtime warmth.
As soon as a servant crossed the boundary of the manor and entered the manor, a wave of heat hit him.
It wasn't actually that much, maybe only a dozen degrees Celsius, but compared to the minus twenty-eight degrees Celsius outside the manor, the difference was significant.
Two maids walked into the manor with their heads down. Just then, they heard a faint sound of pages turning.
The two paused, instinctively stopping in their tracks.
Before they could even look over, a soft footstep sounded, followed by a man's indifferent voice: "Put the things here."
The two maids felt a tightness in their chests and dared not look up. They stepped forward, placed the trays they were carrying on a stone table, bowed, and withdrew.
Only after leaving the manor grounds did the two of them crane their necks and peek out secretly.
Under a tree full of magnolia blossoms, a girl leaned against a swing, holding a book as thick as her palm, turning the pages one by one without stopping.
Her head was slightly lowered, so her whole face couldn't be seen. From the maid's perspective, only half of her profile could be seen, but it was still stunning enough.
Her eyelashes were long and thick, her nose was pert and elegant, and her skin was whiter and more delicate than the snow on Shadow Island. Her long eyelashes fluttered, creating a serene and beautiful scene.
Like a beautiful porcelain doll.
The two maids thought to themselves.
At that moment, they saw the man whom the entire Shadow Island revered as a god, whom they dared not even glance at, appear before the girl, carrying the soup they had just brought in.
He slowly knelt down in front of the girl.
Fu Jingheng stirred the soup in his hand while tilting his head slightly to look at the girl who was engrossed in her book. His gaze was gentle and indulgent as he said, "Have some soup first?"
Qin Sheng stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.
For a couple of seconds, he closed the book in his hand and moved to the side.
Fu Jingheng chuckled and sat down next to her.
He avoided her outstretched hand, scooped up a small spoonful, and brought it to the girl's lips.
Qin Sheng glanced at him, then obediently opened her mouth and drank.
They're incredibly well-behaved.
Fu Jingheng instantly experienced the joy of feeding his girlfriend and immediately scooped up a full spoonful and fed it to her again.
Then, the soup spilled.
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