Chapter 1078
Flames Descend from the Sky
A fiery figure, whose majesty and wrath were beyond description, descended from the center of the vortex! She wore a flowing fiery battle dress and a fiery crown.
Her body was engulfed in golden divine fire that seemed capable of incinerating the world; she was the Flame Queen in her complete form, reigning supreme.
Yan Ji Jiang Feng!
Her aura was noticeably stronger and more refined than it had been in the northern corner of Zhuoyuan.
Jiang Feng's roar was like a thousand thunderclaps, carrying the grief and killing intent that had been suppressed for countless years, and it resounded through the sky!
She didn't even glance at the stunned Zhao Yulin and the ghost woman below. She raised her fiery arm and pointed at the mountain behind the manor!
"Heavenly Fire—Burn!"
boom!!!
Within the vortex, endless heavenly fire surged forth like a celestial river flowing backward, or like divine punishment descending, transforming into a pure pillar of flame with a diameter exceeding one hundred meters.
There was no explosion, only silent annihilation and evaporation!
Before everyone's stunned gaze, the vast, lush mountain range, starting from its summit, vaporized and vanished at a visible speed amidst the dazzling celestial flames, like ice and snow under the blazing sun!
In just a few breaths, the entire mountain, along with its foundation, was completely erased from the map.
All that remained was a huge, charred crater, its bottomless depths, its smooth, mirror-like edges, and its billowing, scorching smoke!
Jiang Feng precisely controlled the terrifying shockwave and heat wave, which only affected the mountain area and did not damage the main body of the manor. However, its earth-shattering power was enough to make all the mages in the manor scatter in terror!
This is a warning!
The ghost woman's ghostly claws abruptly stopped less than an inch from Little Flame Princess.
The greed and ruthlessness on her face were instantly replaced by boundless fear.
She felt the terrifying will that was locking onto her; it was not just a crushing force, but an absolute suppression originating from the level of bloodline and soul.
"No, impossible! Jiang Feng, you're already dead, how could you still be alive?! Cold Iron Thorn!"
The ghost woman let out a sharp screech and retreated rapidly. She no longer cared about snatching Little Flame Princess; she only wanted to escape immediately!
However, it was too late.
"Bind!"
Jiang Feng, standing in the sky, coldly uttered a single word in her heart.
"Om-!"
The space around the ghost woman suddenly froze, and countless fine, hair-like, yet incredibly strong golden fire lines appeared out of thin air, weaving together into a net that instantly bound her tightly!
The flames hissed and burned her skin as soon as they touched it, producing black smoke.
She screamed shrilly and struggled desperately, but she was like a flying insect trapped in amber, unable to move!
The newborn Flame Princess seemed to be attracted by Jiang Feng's aura, letting out a joyful cry and flying into the sky on her own, circling around the majestic Flame Queen, appearing unusually close.
Zhao Yulin, on the other hand, was completely frozen in place.
Because the ghost woman was intimidated by Jiang Feng's power, she was a beat slower and her strength was greatly reduced, allowing him to avoid the ghost woman's cursed palm strike.
But at this moment his mind was blank, and he just stared blankly at the goddess of fire in the sky.
Looking into its eyes, which were both incredibly familiar and burning with strange rage, and then at the ghost woman on the ground, bound by golden fire threads, struggling in pain, revealing her hideous and grotesque true face.
An absurd thought, yet one that shattered all his understanding like a thunderbolt, surged uncontrollably into his mind.
Above the sky, Jiang Feng's gaze finally fell, meeting Zhao Yulin's.
In those eyes, there was anger at someone's disappointment and the pain of years of torment.
But none of that matters to her anymore.
She did not answer immediately, but instead cast her icy gaze, as cold as eternal ice, at the struggling black shadow on the ground.
"Ghost woman, your act should end now," he thought coldly.
She raised her hand, and the bound ghost woman was lifted into the air like a puppet on strings, exposed to everyone.
That face, wrapped in bandages, was now twisted and deformed by pain and the scorching heat of the heavens.
The intense pain left her with only primal fear and resentment in her eyes.
Inside the manor, the originally heavily guarded soldiers were terrified by the series of shocking events. Most of them collapsed to the ground, and the few who were still standing were pale-faced and dared not make the slightest move.
Inside the room where they were under house arrest, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan also felt the earth-shattering pressure and energy burst, and looked at each other in shock.
"It's Yan Ji! She's here! And she's ridiculously strong!" Mo Fan sensed that familiar yet terrifying aura.
"Something terrible seems to have happened outside! The barrier that was holding us back has weakened due to the impact just now!"
Zhao Manyan pointed to the door and said with delight.
Without hesitation, the two immediately joined forces to attack the cracked barrier.
Zhao Chenying's room was similar; the soundproof barrier had shattered, and she staggered to the window, where she saw the Flame Goddess in the sky that made her soul tremble, as well as the captured "Jiang Feng".
I also saw my father's frozen figure and the newborn Flame Princess in the sky.
"What is that?"
She covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes for no apparent reason, as if something deep inside her had been struck a heavy blow.
Above the sky, the Flame Queen's majesty was as imposing as a mountain, enveloping the entire manor in an indescribable heaviness and awe.
Zhao Chenying gripped the edge of the window tightly, her fingernails almost digging into the wood.
Her gaze was fixed on the fiery figure in the air.
The outline drawn by the flames, the facial features that were still faintly discernible despite the burning flames, and especially the complex, heartbreaking emotions in the eyes when gazing down through the flames—why did they resemble her mother's appearance in the slightest?
What plunged her into despair even more was the "woman" bound by chains of flame and suspended in front of Yan Ji.
The Flame Queen seemed to be deliberately controlling her strength, not taking his life immediately, but instead manipulating a wisp of golden flame to slowly brush over the remaining disguise and bandages on "Jiang Feng's" face.
"Sizzle—!"
"what--!"
Inside the manor, many servants and guards gasped in surprise upon seeing this face.
Zhao Yulin was struck dumb, staggering back two steps, staring intently at that ugly, distorted face, his mind blank.
No burns whatsoever!
This face bears absolutely no resemblance to the face of his beloved wife in his memory!
For so many years, he had spent every day with his child, pouring all his energy into "curing" this monster?!
"Fake. It's all fake."
Zhao Yulin muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and broken, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant, his face as pale as paper.
All the beliefs, sacrifices, and even the obsessive decisions made over the years collapsed at this moment, leaving only boundless absurdity and bone-chilling cold.
Jiang Feng, watching from the sky, took in Zhao Yulin's reaction, a flicker of pain and mockery flashing in her burning pupils. (End of Chapter)