Chapter 1079
The Third-in-Command of the Mu Clan, Mu Dao
But more than anything, it's a cold, resolute determination.
She did not speak.
Its fire elemental body has long lost the ability to speak like a human.
But her actions were more impactful than any words.
She raised her other fiery hand and grasped it in mid-air at the struggling, wailing ghost woman!
"what--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, echoed through the sky!
All that could be seen were the ghost woman's limbs, those ugly gray-blue arms and legs, which melted and vaporized rapidly like wax under the golden flames!
There was no blood, only black smoke and a pungent, acrid smell!
The intense pain contorted the ghost woman's face to the extreme, and the magic within her surged wildly in an attempt to resist, but it was all in vain before the heavenly fire.
In just two or three seconds, the ghost woman's limbs completely disappeared, leaving only her bare torso and head, still firmly bound by the chains of flame, like a venomous snake with its claws and teeth removed, only futile writhing and dying gasps remaining.
Jiang Feng's eyes were cold, as if she were discarding a piece of dirty trash. With a flick of her fiery chains, she threw the ghost woman, now only a torso, from the air, landing her precisely on the ground not far from Zhao Yulin's feet with a dull thud.
Dust rose, the ghost woman's broken body twitched, her venomous eyes stared intently at Zhao Yulin, then looked fearfully at the Flame Queen in the sky, uttering incoherent curses and groans.
After doing all this, Jiang Feng slowly lowered her altitude, but still hovered in mid-air, looking down at Zhao Yulin with her eyes burning with golden flames.
That look was so complicated.
There is hatred; hatred that he was easily deceived, hatred that he hurt his real family members for a counterfeit, hatred that he couldn't see the truth.
There are grievances: resentment towards one's own ill-fated destiny, resentment towards separation from spouse, and resentment towards this twist of fate.
There was an even deeper sense of desolation and disappointment, looking at her once intimate husband, who now seemed like a complete stranger.
Zhao Yulin felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze, and his very soul trembled.
But besides fear and regret, there was an even more indescribable feeling.
It's so familiar!
That look. That angle of gaze. The unspoken words contained in that silence.
Despite being enveloped in raging flames and no longer in human form, the feeling emanating from the depths of his soul, the familiarity etched into his very bones from their past day and night, surged like a tide over Zhao Yulin's crumbling cognitive defenses.
An absurd yet seemingly hopeful thought struck his mind like lightning, causing him to shudder and abruptly look up.
At that moment, he looked incredulously at the fire god in the sky.
"You are..."
Zhao Yulin's voice trembled uncontrollably. He subconsciously took a step forward, but froze because of the ghost woman's miserable state on the ground and Yan Ji's cold and majestic presence.
"Jiang Feng, is that you?!"
His question was choked with sobs and pleading.
He stared intently into Yan Ji's eyes, trying to find a definite answer in the leaping flames.
However, Yan Ji Jiang Feng simply looked down at him coldly and sadly.
She neither nodded nor shook her head, offering no clear indication.
But that silent acquiescence, that mockery and pain revealed in their eyes, was more impactful than any words!
"No, impossible. How could that be?"
Zhao Yulin shook his head, but couldn't look away. He stared at the ugly ghost woman on the ground who had impersonated his beloved wife for decades, causing unrest in his home.
Then look at the majestic, powerful, familiar yet unfamiliar fiery figure in the sky.
All the past events, his wife's "strange illness," her unusual obsession with the Fire Calamity Fruit, Yan Ji's special attention to her daughter, and his own misguided hatred.
Countless clues and anomalies, at this moment, are pieced together like jigsaw puzzle pieces, pointing to a terrifying truth that he dares not imagine, yet has no choice but to believe.
"It was me. Was it me who harmed you? Did I mistake you for someone else? Was it me who helped this vixen?"
Zhao Yulin suddenly clutched his head, letting out a bloodcurdling roar. His knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Immense guilt, remorse, and self-doubt gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.
Just then—
"boom!"
"boom!"
With two muffled thuds, the barrier protecting the western guest room area was finally broken through by Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan working together! The two rushed out, looking slightly disheveled but with sharp eyes, and were immediately stunned by the scene before them.
Before them lay the razed hillside, the majestic Yan Ji in the air, the crippled ghost woman on the ground, and Zhao Yulin with a utterly lost and dejected expression.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Manyan was about to step forward.
Zhao Chenying finally broke free of the door and stumbled to the open space in front of the main building. She first glanced in horror at the inhuman ghost woman on the ground, and then her gaze was fixed on the fiery figure in the air as if drawn by a magnet.
Eyes facing each other.
The Flame Queen's gaze softened for a moment when it fell upon her daughter's figure, her coldness and majesty unable to be suppressed.
Although it was only for a moment, it was filled with endless longing, pain, guilt, and maternal love.
Zhao Chenying trembled, her heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly by something.
"Heh heh, what a clueless demon!"
A chilling, condescending snort suddenly came from the side of the sky!
Immediately afterwards, nine figures arrived through the air, unleashing their powerful ice magic without reservation.
The temperature of the area, which had just been scorched by the heavenly fire, plummeted, and even fine ice crystals condensed in the air!
The leader, dressed in a magnificent ice-blue robe, looked to be around fifty years old. He had a fierce and piercing gaze, with eyes as sharp as ice. He exuded a powerful aura far exceeding that of ordinary high-level mages, making him a genuine high-level ice mage!
He was the powerful third-in-command of the Mu family.
Mu Dao!
Behind him, eight high-ranking mages, also dressed in the Mu Clan's standard mage robes, stood in a row. Their auras were deep and their training was excellent. Ice-type star charts were faintly circulating around them, indicating that they were all experts in ice-type magic. They had formed some kind of joint formation and locked onto Yan Ji Jiang Feng in the air!
Mu Dao's sudden appearance instantly shattered the delicate balance on the scene.
"Brother Mu?!"
When Zhao Yulin saw the person on the ground, he was stunned at first, but then he seemed to have grasped a lifeline, or found someone to share the pressure of his collapsing heart. He called out in a dry voice, but his expression was extremely complicated.
He did have a past with Mu Dao, but Mu Dao's accusatory attitude at this moment made him instinctively feel uneasy.
"Brother Yulin, don't panic!"
Mu Dao looked down from his vantage point, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged manor and the crippled ghost woman, finally settling coldly on Yan Ji in the air. A barely perceptible glint of greed and calculation flashed in his eyes. (End of Chapter)