"Fire."A single word from General Arthur Graves aboard Aegis Prime became the death sentence for the ten thousand troops of the Black Dragon Syndicate.The pitch-black night sky instantly turned into blinding daylight. Thousands of missile bays from the stealth bomber armada opened simultaneously. In seconds, a deep blue meteor shower rained down from the heavens—thousands of plasma missiles streaking at hypersonic speeds, tearing through the air with a deafening roar.Down below, the eyes of the Eight Dragon Warlords widened in terror. Their arrogance as Half-Saint tier cultivators evaporated instantly when faced with a destructive force capable of wiping a small country off the map."Form the Black Tortoise Shell Formation! Merge your Qi!" roared General Kuang, the bald man with the giant broadsword.The eight Warlords slammed the ground simultaneously. Pillars of pitch-black Qi shot upward, connecting and forming a colossal protective dome that enveloped the ten thousand troops be

The obsidian dust from the shattered temple roof continued to fall like black snow. Amidst the ruins, a suffocating silence gripped the air.Long Chen, the Supreme Dragon feared across the entire Eastern Continent, stared at his right hand with wide eyes. The spiritual dragon scales covering his arm were cracked, and fresh blood dripped from his knuckles.In his entire life, no mortal object, let alone a human fist, had ever been able to withstand his Heaven-Cleaving Claw without being pulverized.Yet the young man in the black suit before him wasn't even breathing heavily."Are you... Divine tier?" Long Chen's voice trembled, a mixture of pure terror and disbelief. "Impossible! The Western Continent is a spiritual wasteland! A continent that relies solely on money and scrap metal lacks the Qi foundation to birth a God!"Silas Thorne elegantly brushed a speck of dust off the shoulder of his suit."The Western world indeed does not rely on Qi, Lord Dragon," Silas spoke with the tone of

The air inside the VVIP ICU felt frozen. A suffocating silence descended instantly, drowning out the lingering, breathless gasps of Seraphina, who still lay draped across the operating table."Repeat that, Nova," Silas's voice was remarkably calm, yet its temperature rivaled Seraphina's eternal ice."The security cameras... and the retinal scanners on level negative-four," Nova swallowed hard, her fingers trembling over her laptop keyboard. "They both confirm it was Jonathan Thorne. He opened the vault, took the Primordial Core, and exited through the underground garage using a tactical SUV. He didn't neutralize the guards, Boss. The guards let him through because his biometric clearance is the highest after yours."Silas didn't react immediately. He turned, gently pulling a thermal blanket over Seraphina’s still-trembling, flushed body, then cast a quick glance toward Lyra, who was now breathing peacefully inside the cryo-pod, cleansed of the poison. His family was safe, but the pric

Time Remaining: Thirteen hours, forty minutes.The rain continued to lash against the asphalt as the convoy of armored SUVs breached the perimeter gates of the Sinclair Estate.Silas didn’t wait for the vehicle to come to a complete halt. He kicked the door open and stepped out onto the rain-slicked private runway.In the middle of the downpour, illuminated by the harsh glare of the runway floodlights, stood a masterpiece of illegal military aviation.The aircraft lacked conventional wings, shaped more like a sleek arrowhead forged from seamless obsidian glass, devoid of any visible hatches or exhaust ports.Standing beneath the jet’s shadow was Elara Sinclair, holding a black umbrella and flanked by a dozen elite guards.The heiress was dressed in a silk nightgown hastily covered by a heavy cashmere coat. Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but her gaze remained as sharp as a scalpel."The Quantum Prototype, Project Valkyrie," Elara shouted over the rain and the low hum of th

The shattered penthouse was caught in a deadlocked silence, save for the howling stratospheric winds tearing through the destroyed glass dome.Chancellor Malphas stood with the poise of a king holding court. His thumb hovered a millimeter above the biometric detonator’s red pad.In the center of the room, Jonathan Thorne groaned, his body straining against the steel restraints as the mechanical silver spider dug its legs deeper into his brainstem."I admire your dramatic entrance, Dr. Thorne," Malphas sneered, his eyes darting to the arcs of golden bio-electricity whipping around Silas's body. "But physics still outpaces magic. You cannot cross thirty feet before my thumb depresses this button by a single inch. Move, and your father's brain becomes liquid."Silas didn't lunge. He didn't summon a weapon. He simply stood amidst the ruined marble, his gray eyes terrifyingly calm."Oh, the absolute arrogance of the uneducated," Dr. Victor Thorne’s voice echoed in Silas’s mind, dripping wi