Chapter 1081
Flame Sword
A cold light flashed in Mu Dao's eyes, and more complex and mysterious ice-type constellations began to appear around him, brewing a terrifying aura of super-level magic!
However, just as he was about to unleash an even more powerful killing move, a sudden change occurred.
Jiang Feng's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost!
It wasn't teleportation, but rather that the speed was too fast, exceeding the detection range of the naked eye and ordinary mental lock under the cover of the turbulent flow of ice and fire energy!
In the next instant, she appeared in front of a high-level mage who had just regained his footing and was recuperating!
"careful!"
Mu Dao roared in shock and anger.
But it's too late.
Jiang Feng's burning palm, like a red-hot branding iron, gently pressed against the ice shield hastily conjured by the high-level mage.
"Crack. Sizzle!"
The ice shield melted and vaporized instantly, and the hand landed on his chest without any obstruction.
"what--!"
The piercing scream abruptly ceased. A charred, translucent palm print appeared directly on the high-level mage's chest, and he was sent flying like a broken sack, his fate unknown.
Having landed a successful blow, Jiang Feng didn't linger. Amidst the flickering flames, she reappeared beside another high-level mage.
Like a tiger among sheep!
Under Fu Ye's command, Jiang Feng fully displayed the ruthlessness and efficiency she once possessed as the Flame Lord.
Her goal was clear.
Get rid of those troublesome guys first, and make Mu Dao all alone!
"Bastard!"
Mu Dao's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He could no longer care about preparing his super-level magic. He wielded his specially made ice staff magic tool, condensing countless chains of extreme ice, and frantically attacked Jiang Feng, trying to stop her.
However, Jiang Feng's movements within the flames were unpredictable, always managing to evade Mu Dao's main attacks with lightning speed, while simultaneously eliminating the relatively vulnerable high-level mages.
Within a few short breaths, two more high-level mages were seriously injured and fell to the ground, losing their ability to fight.
The remaining five were all injured, their formation completely collapsed, and they moved away from Jiang Feng in terror, no longer daring to go forward.
Mu Dao was trembling with anger, yet there was nothing he could do.
He found himself somewhat hesitant and awkward when facing Yan Ji alone!
The opponent's flames were not only incredibly powerful, but also extremely sharp, always finding weaknesses in his magical transitions to break through or dodge.
What alarmed him even more was that Yan Ji's fighting style was ruthless and precise, unlike ordinary demons who fought on instinct; instead, she resembled a battle-hardened mage.
Seeing his subordinates routed and unable to defeat Yan Ji in time, Mu Dao was both anxious and angry.
He knew that it was impossible to capture Yan Ji alive today, and he might even be caught off guard and lose his life!
Continuing the fight will only allow other forces that have heard the news to take advantage!
"You fiend! You're lucky today! But one day you'll be brought to your death!"
Mu Dao roared fiercely, but his voice betrayed his fear. He waved his hand, conjuring a blizzard to cover his remaining men and himself, and fled into the distance without looking back! He had decisively chosen to run away!
Jiang Feng did not pursue them, but hovered in the air, coldly watching Mu Dao and the others disappear into the distance.
The flames around him slowly subsided, and he regained his previous majestic appearance.
The newborn Flame Princess flew to her shoulder and affectionately nuzzled her cheek.
Below, there was utter silence.
The manor was in ruins, the Mu family members fled in disarray, the ghost woman was on the verge of death, and Zhao Yulin stood there dumbfounded.
Zhao Chenying still looked up, tears silently streaming down her face, her gaze fixed on the fiery figure in the air that was slowly descending.
Just then, Yan Ji Jiang Feng's gaze met in a certain direction in the distance, and she nodded slightly.
Immediately, she stretched out her fiery arm and gently beckoned towards Zhao Chenying.
A gentle yet irresistible warm force lifted Zhao Chenying up from the ground and carried her towards Yan Ji.
"Chen Ying!" Zhao Yulin exclaimed as if waking from a dream, instinctively wanting to stop her, but he froze in place as soon as he took a step.
Zhao Chenying was initially a little panicked, but she quickly realized that the flames enveloping her were warm and comforting, and had no intention of harming her.
Not long after.
Yan Ji Jiang Feng, carrying Zhao Chenying, transformed into a streak of light and did not fly far, but instead landed in an inconspicuous corner on the outskirts of the manor.
There, Fu Ye and Lingling were already quietly waiting.
As the light faded, Yan Ji Jiang Feng retracted most of her outward flames, making her figure appear less imposing, but still retaining the outline of the Flame Queen.
Zhao Chenying landed on her feet, staggering slightly, and looked blankly at the two people, one big and one small, who had suddenly appeared in front of her.
The man was young and handsome, with a calm and profound demeanor that made him unfathomable.
The smaller one was a delicately beautiful little girl with pigtails, holding a tablet computer that seemed slightly disproportionate to her size.
Who are you?
Zhao Chenying subconsciously took a half step back, her eyes filled with vigilance.
Having just experienced a series of unexpected events, she was extremely wary of any stranger.
Fu Ye did not answer immediately, but looked calmly at Jiang Feng.
He raised his hand, his fingertips gleaming with a soft, pure silver light.
“Jiang Feng is now my subordinate. I have some knowledge of mind magic, so I can try to let you have a good talk with her.”
Before Zhao Chenying could react, Fu Ye's silver light suddenly shot out from his fingertips, splitting into two. One light entered Jiang Feng's brow, while the other lightly touched Zhao Chenying's brow.
quickly,
Jiang Feng's voice appeared in her mind.
"Chenying, my daughter, I'm sorry. Mom has worried you for so long."
Upon hearing her mother's voice again, Zhao Chenying's tears instantly flowed uncontrollably.
Jiang Feng told Zhao Chenying the truth about her death, as well as the whole process of transforming into Yan Ji and being recruited by Fu Ye.
A deluge of information overwhelmed Zhao Chenying.
A mixture of relief and bittersweetness from surviving a near-death experience almost suffocated her.
"Mom, it really is you. You've suffered so much."
Zhao Chenying broke down in tears during the telepathic connection, and her body was trembling slightly in reality.
She finally understood why her "mother" at home always made her feel distant and cold; now everything made sense.
Jiang Feng's soul was also fluctuating intensely, her ten-year-long guilt and love enveloping her daughter like a warm flame.
Lingling watched quietly from the side, her little face filled with sympathy and understanding.
After all, his reckless father had also died for some unknown reason back then.
After a long while, the two, who were connected on a spiritual level, calmed down a little.
Zhao Chenying wiped away her tears, and the way she looked at Fu Ye was completely different now.
"Lord Fu, thank you. Thank you for saving my mother and for letting us..."
"No need for thanks, it's just a matter of mutual benefit."
Fu Ye interrupted her calmly and withdrew his mind magic.
As the silver light faded, Zhao Chenying felt the direct, soul-to-soul connection with her mother break.
When she looked at Yan Ji and Jiang Feng again, her eyes no longer held any unfamiliarity, only deep heartache and affection. (End of Chapter)