He slowly circulated the Power of Heart Image, the Dark Gold Mountain Body solidifying further in his mind’s eye. He envisioned the coming battle, a scene of raging fire spreading across the surface of the sea.
Six hundred Feathered People.
Eight Priests.
If everything went smoothly, within ten minutes, all of them would be reduced to ash.
Time ticked by.
When the shuttle began to lower its altitude, Xu Wuyi opened his eyes.
Outside the porthole, the silhouette of a massive platform appeared on the sea.
It was a semicircular structure made of metal and an Energy Shield, about a kilometer in diameter, with sparse lights glowing on its surface.
In the center of the platform was a tall tower, and at its peak floated a pale blue Energy Crystal. That was the prayer core for the Feathered Priests.
"Area G-14, Crystal Ore Collection Platform." Han Mo’s voice rang out. "Target confirmed. The resident sub-King Level expert has left the platform and begun a routine patrol. The patrol route is displayed on the tactical tablet. Estimated return in twenty-five minutes."
Xu Wuyi took the tablet Lu Wenquan handed him.
It displayed the sub-King Level expert’s patrol route, a circular path with a twenty-kilometer radius. He was currently fifteen kilometers southeast of the platform, flying east.
"The window is long enough," said Lu Wenquan. "I’ve already set up twelve interference nodes around the platform. They can delay the spread of Energy Fluctuations by about four minutes."
"Excellent." Han Mo looked at Xu Wuyi. "Are you ready?"
Xu Wuyi nodded, tightening his grip on the Liaoyuan Long Spear.
The spear’s shaft felt warm to the touch, as if a living creature were responding to his battle intent.
"Go."
The moment the order was given, five shuttles dove toward the platform from different directions.
Cannons roared, and beams of Energy tore through the night sky.
The Feathered People’s alarm system was triggered, and a piercing shriek echoed across the sea. The platform’s defensive turrets began to return fire, and the Energy Shield lit up with a pale blue glow.
The feint had begun.
The shuttle carrying Xu Wuyi hovered three kilometers behind the platform, its cabin door opening.
The sea wind howled in, carrying the scent of salt, moisture, and gunsmoke.
"Remember, ten minutes." Han Mo looked at Xu Wuyi. "Kill them all and retreat immediately. Don’t look back."
Xu Wuyi nodded and leaped out of the hatch.
He executed Quicksand Step in mid-air, his body transforming into a streak of dark gold light as he sped toward the platform.
Tie Zhan and Lu Wenquan followed close behind.
Han Mo, however, remained on the shuttle. A holographic screen displayed the real-time situation of the entire battlefield. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s.
Xu Wuyi landed on the edge of the platform.
Beneath his feet was the cold alloy deck; before him lay the chaotic battlefield.
The Feathered Warriors had already assembled, spreading their grayish-white wings to form a defensive formation in the air.
Eight Priests stood at the base of the central tower, chanting Spells as the pale blue Energy Shield spread across the platform’s surface.
They had clearly realized this was no ordinary attack.
But it was too late.
Xu Wuyi raised the Liaoyuan Long Spear, and his Power of Heart Image erupted.
The Dark Gold Mountain Body trembled in his mind’s eye, and the Golden Crow let out a long cry.
His Heart Image perception, with a three-hundred-meter radius, instantly enveloped the entire platform.
Then, he saw the crisscrossing network of Energy veins, the structure of the shield the Priests had built, and the trajectories of the Qi and Blood flowing through the Feathered Warriors.
Everything was as clear as the lines on his palm.
He locked onto several of the most densely packed areas, each of which contained over a hundred warriors.
With a single thought.
Dark gold Flame True Seals materialized out of thin air in the sky above those areas.
One, then another, then ten, then a hundred...
Like stars of death suddenly flaring to life in the dark night.
The Feathered Priests noticed the anomaly, and their Spell chanting suddenly quickened. The pale blue shield began to contract, trying to block those bizarre Flames.
But it was useless.
The Traits of the Flame True Seal were continuous burning and Energy devouring.
The longer the shield held, the more Energy it consumed, and the faster it would shatter.
Xu Wuyi didn’t even move. He just stood there, maintaining the output of his Power of Heart Image.
The first wave of Flame True Seals erupted.
A sea of dark gold fire raged through the ranks of the Feathered People. Wherever it passed, they plummeted like ignited scraps of paper.
Screams, the flapping of wings, and the crackling of Flames mingled together.
Ten seconds.
In just ten seconds, the number of Feathered Warriors on the platform had been reduced by a third.
The eight Priests’ faces were pale. Three of them coughed up blood as the shield began to collapse.
Xu Wuyi strode forward.
He walked across the burning deck, past the charred corpses, the Liaoyuan Long Spear in his hand angled toward the ground. Wherever the spear tip passed, the air distorted and the Gravity Field began to shift.
A Priest screamed and unleashed an ice-blue spear of Energy, shooting it toward Xu Wuyi.
Xu Wuyi didn’t even glance at it.
When the spear was five meters from him, the direction of Gravity suddenly changed from forward to upward.
The Energy spear shot toward the sky at a bizarre angle, finally exploding above the sea and turning into a shower of ice Crystals.
The Priest froze.
The next second, three Flame True Seals materialized around him and detonated simultaneously.
Dark gold Flames engulfed his body. Three seconds later, only a pile of charcoal remained.
The other seven Priests began to scatter and flee.
But Xu Wuyi would give them no chance.
His Heart Image perception locked on, and the Flame True Seals followed them like shadows.
One, two, three...
Within twenty seconds, all seven Priests were reduced to ash.
The Feathered Warriors on the platform had completely broken.
They tried to fly away, but Flame True Seals materialized in the air, igniting them one by one. They tried to fight back, but the shifts in the Gravity Field made it difficult for them to even stand steady.
It was a massacre.
Xu Wuyi hadn’t even used his spear. He just maintained the output of his Power of Heart Image as he walked slowly across the platform. With every flicker of his will, dozens of Flame True Seals would materialize, claiming dozens of lives.
Seven minutes.
Few Feathered People remained on the platform. Less than fifty were still putting up a futile resistance.
Xu Wuyi stopped.
He took a deep breath and pushed his Power of Heart Image to its absolute limit.
The Dark Gold Mountain Body trembled violently in his mind’s eye. At its peak, the Golden Crow Illusion raised its head and cried out, the Flame runes on its feathers shining with ultimate brilliance.
The next moment, centered on the cluster of fifty, over two hundred dark gold sparks lit up simultaneously in the air within a three-hundred-meter radius.
That was his current limit.
Two hundred Flame True Seals, like two hundred stars of death, bloomed at once.
A sea of dark gold fire swallowed the entire cluster.
When the last Feathered Warrior turned to ash, exactly nine minutes had passed.
The platform fell deathly silent.
Only Flames burned, corpses carbonized, and the alloy deck made a SIZZLING sound under the intense heat.
Xu Wuyi stood with his spear lowered, letting out a long breath.
In his mind’s eye, the Bronze Ancient Volume trembled slightly.
[Martial Arts: Golden Crow Burning Heart·Raging Fire]
[Current Realm: Great Success (41.3%)]
A single battle had increased his proficiency by nearly 2%.
Just as he was about to withdraw, the situation changed abruptly.
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