Qin Yuanfeng hung up the phone and quickly checked the data on his screen, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the information on those strongholds as a preliminary plan formed in his mind. He knew full well that every single stronghold might harbor deadly perils for others, but his current strength stood at the absolute pinnacle of this world; in the face of absolute power, those dangers were nothing more than fleeting shadows.
"Ink Qilin, let's go!" Qin Yuanfeng gave a low command. Understanding instantly, the Ink Qilin let out a roar that shook the heavens and carried him toward their first target—a stronghold located deep within the Misty Swamp. The Misty Swamp had always been a perilous region, shrouded in thick fog year-round with miasma hanging heavy in the air; one false step meant sinking into a bottomless mire from which there was no return. Yet, for Qin Yuanfeng and the Ink Qilin, this misty swamp seemed like the perfect stage to showcase their might.
Reaching the edge of the swamp, Qin Yuanfeng sat steadily upon the Ink Qilin's back. A faint grayish-black glow emanated from the creature's entire body, gently parting the surrounding dense fog as it maneuvered through the marsh with the ease of a mighty warship cleaving through the waves. Qin Yuanfeng's gaze was like a torch; peering through the layers of mist, he kept his eyes locked firmly ahead, determined not to miss a single detail.
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