NOVPUBXia Feng naturally recognized that the woman in the glazed coffin was the mysterious woman he had encountered in his dream.
In the dream, she said she had a husband, probably referring to the Prince.
What was strange, however, was if the woman in the glazed coffin was the Princess, then who was the one outside earlier?
But before Xia Feng could ponder further, a cracking sound came from above.
Boom—
A figure burst through the wall, swept across the air like a cannonball, and headed straight for the icy blue glazed coffin with a thud—
Ripples spread out across the surface of the coffin as the figure was rebounded by the massive force and crashed back into the wall, engulfed in dust and debris.
"Cough, cough—"
Xia Feng recognized the sound of Zhao Jie’s painful cough, guessing that his injuries were not light.
"Click, click, click—" A series of camera shutter sounds followed, Xia Feng turned to look and found Wei Shutong had appeared behind him, incessantly snapping photos of a glass chamber.
It was a chamber in the corner filled with nutrient solution, and inside the transparent glass, a girl’s head floated, her gaze empty.
"Hey, Wei, we’re surrounded and you still feel like taking pictures?!" More and more white-faced assailants rushed into the hallway, forcing Xia Feng and his companions to reluctantly retreat step by step. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
"Kid, you have to learn to remain calm and composed in any situation; that’s what makes you cool." The slick-backed suit-wearing man pressed the shutter button with his left hand while lifting a shotgun to the side with his right, Bang—
The Fire Snake spit flames, and the approaching white-faced man’s head burst open like a blood flower, falling backward to the ground.
"Cool... Cool my ass!" Xia Feng cursed under his breath, twirling his huge blade and pushing back with the edge, causing a white-faced man who rushed from behind to spit out blood and collapse to the ground.
Whoosh—
Xia Feng drew his blade and dashed towards Mushroom, who was sitting on the ground, scooped her up by the waist, rolled a few times on the ground, and then burst out of the encircling crowd to land steadily beside Wei Shutong.
"You’ve arrived."
Wei Shutong set down the camera and stuffed a stack of photos and a USB drive directly into Xia Feng’s hands.
"You’ve arrived my ass! What the hell is going on here?" Xia Feng subconsciously took the photos and USB drive, pausing in confusion, "No, why are you giving me this?"
"Bang bang bang bang bang—" Dense gun barrels began to materialize around Wei Shutong, kicking off a circular firing pattern.
The perimeter was suddenly surrounded by Wei Shutong, caught in a storm of bullets and blood flying everywhere.
"Hey! There are still allies out there!" Xia Feng was shocked.
"Well, they’ll just have to fend for themselves."
Wei Shutong said nonchalantly, turning around with a serious look in his eyes, "Two things. First, hand over the photos to Big Face Cat; his location is written on the back of them. Don’t forget to tell him his granddaughter’s death has been confirmed! Second, keep the USB drive safe; if you really can’t keep it safe, then give it to someone you trust."
"Alright, that’s it! You can go."
As he finished speaking, a narrow gap opened in the gun formation, and a small door leading to the outside world appeared without notice.
"Whoosh—" At that moment, the guns fell silent, and a blood-drenched blade pierced through the formation, stopping just short of Wei Shutong’s forehead.
"It’s an ally, an ally!" Xia Feng shouted to the black-dressed woman outside.
The gun formation parted, Wei Shutong frowned as he looked at Mu Qingtong, "Can she be trusted?"
"Yes."
"Fine, both of you go." Wei Shutong stomped his foot, sending out a wave of energy that immediately blasted the two of them out the door.
"Wait a minute, there’s also Mushroom, hey!"
"Having her with you is even more dangerous." Wei Shutong transformed his shotgun into a hunting knife with a flip of his hand. He stood at the door in his suit, holding the knife and sternly shouted, "We will protect her; you two, go!"
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged a look, neither of them were ones to dawdle, and having decided to trust Wei Shutong, they resolved to trust him completely.
"Let’s go!"
The two swiftly turned and darted into the dense forest.
When the Prince arrived at the laboratory, all that was left intact was the icy blue glazed coffin in the center, while the rest had become a ruin engulfed in flames.
A gathering of white-faced figures were scattered around, cleaning up the battlefield.
The Prince, his face grim, surveyed the surroundings and, suppressing his rage, he asked in a low voice, "Where is the person?"
"Wei Shutong covered our retreat and has been captured by us, fallen into a coma," Zhao Jie said, his head dripping with cold sweat as he bowed. "But Li Hongdou was taken... snatched away by the masked figures."
"Snatched away?!" The Prince abruptly turned his head, his imposing gaze fixed fiercely on Zhao Jie as if he could devour him.
Zhao Jie hurriedly bowed his head, daring not to speak.
"There are only two days left until the Princess’s birth."
A figure in a black robe emerged from the shadows, wearing a white mask engraved with a blood-red number eight and spoke in a hoarse voice, "My lord, Prince, I have already said, after many years of trials and numerous experiments, the karmic lines on the Princess’s body are unclear and bound to cause problems. Now that we’ve only got Li Hongdou left, without her recognition of the Princess’s existence, it’ll be difficult for the Princess’s Spiritual Body to go through the birth ritual and merge with the Divine Body."
As he spoke, the masked figure lifted his gaze towards the woman in the ancient Divine Phoenix dress inside the glazed coffin.
At the same time, a woman in a red dress walked through the door, causing everyone to retreat three meters back.
The veiling that had obscured the red-dressed woman was gone, and her upturned fox-like cheeks were identical to the one in the glazed coffin.
She moved silently around the glazed coffin, stepping softly like a ghost before finally stopping in front of it. Without a sound, she lifted her head to gaze upwards, but her eyes were still veiled with a dark fabric, invisible to the world.
However, visible to the naked eye, strands of Spiritual Light emanated from the surface of the red-dressed woman’s body, drifting toward the glazed coffin. Clearly, this was a very stable Soul Body that could exist in the world for an extended period.
The Prince frowned as he stared at the Soul Body: "Are you sure she will recognize me as her master when she opens her eyes?"
"Rest assured, my lord, Prince."
The masked figure smiled lightly, "Our Divine Evil Association’s information is never wrong. According to the records, when she wakes up, her pupils will be filled with golden light. Once the gold recedes, the first human she sees she will recognize as her master, to be used by them."
The figure shook his head as he continued, "But this presumes we can complete the Princess’s Spiritual Body birth ritual and her fusion with the Divine Body before the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, all our efforts will be for naught."
"Prince, Li Hongdou is the key to the Princess’s birth, so I suggest we prioritize capturing her."
The Prince, of course, understood the crux of the matter and glanced at Zhao Jie, "What are you waiting for!? Go and capture them!"
"Yes!" Zhao Jie hurriedly bowed with a fist and retreated.
"Mr. Ba, my forces are severely depleted, and I have no one else to use, so I wonder if you could help me with something?"
"My lord, Prince, but please speak freely."
The masked figure chuckled softly, "Although the Divine Evil Association failed to invade Zone 51 this time, we acknowledge the sincerity of you, Prince. So, helping you with a small matter is our duty."
The Prince nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing lightly.
"Among those who escaped, there are two youngsters, one named Xia Feng, the other Mu Qingtong. They have photos and a U-drive that could be detrimental to me."
"I would ask you, Mr. Ba, to take a trip to the Evil Dragon Forest."
"Oh?"
The masked figure pondered, "Xia Feng, I’ve heard of him. It’s said that this youngster has made a name for himself in copying Spiritual Artifacts, a rare talent."
"Talented he may be, but it’s a pity he chose the wrong side."
The Prince smiled faintly and warned, "But, Mr. Ba, your Spiritual Artifact is a Rare B-grade one. You must be careful not to use it in front of that youngster; otherwise, it’d be problematic if he copied it."
"Ha-ha~ You can rest assured, Prince."
The masked figure shook his head, laughing lightly, "I am a highly Evil-infected being; my Spiritual Artifact has been severely tainted by Evil Power. If he dares to copy my Spiritual Artifact, by all means, let him try. I fear he’ll have the chance to copy it but no chance to use it~"
