Southern Yan Country, the former Misty Swamp.
This land had once been the Divine Domain of a Lower God, the Marsh Lord, and had been shrouded year-round in hallucinogenic poisonous miasma and whispers that twisted the mind.
At this moment, all the mist had dispersed.
The swamp had been brutally drained, revealing the black sludge beneath.
More than a hundred automated defensive turrets gleaming with metallic frost rose from the sludge. Their bases were deeply rooted in the ground, forming a firepower network that covered the entire area.
Season Star hovered at the center of the turret network.
Data streams cascaded endlessly through her platinum eyes.
Before her, a twisted humanoid figure formed from murky mist let out a silent shriek.
That was the Marsh Lord. He had not been destroyed directly.
His Divinity Core had transformed into invisible Mental Pollution, seeping into every inch of space in the area.
"Give up, mechanical creation."
"Your legion will soon become my puppets and tear you to pieces."
The Marsh Lord's voice rang directly in everyone's minds, carrying powerful bewitchment and corrosiveness.
Several guild members following Season Star had already begun showing signs of mental disorientation. They had no choice but to retreat to the rear, relying on Evergreen's Holy Light purification to barely remain conscious.
But Season Star's Mechanical Legion—the more than one hundred turrets—showed no reaction whatsoever.
A hint of mockery appeared on Season Star's face.
"Mental Pollution?"
"My legion has only one supreme command: my will."
"As for these little tricks of yours..."
She raised her hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
"Firewall Protocol, activate."
Buzz—
A layer of pale-blue data light membranes flowed across the surfaces of all the automated turrets.
The pervasive Mental Pollution evaporated in an instant upon touching the light membranes, like snow meeting a