The Black Sun

The remaining Seraphim sprang into action as well.

The Seraphim were incredibly powerful. Against this group of CP elites, it was practically a one-sided slaughter.

"What a bunch of trash!" Qiuyue Gong's androgynous face twisted in displeasure, deeply dissatisfied with the CP Organization's strength.

How could she have known that, after years of battles with the West Sea, many of the CP Organization's truly capable members had either died or defected.

The so-called elites in today's CP Organization were merely the best of a bad bunch. There was no one truly formidable among them.

"Super Painting: False tiger!"

Qiuyue Gong had no choice but to join the battle. Her brush used heaven and earth as its canvas, painting freely with whatever lay at hand.

Soon, more than a dozen enormous black-and-white tigers joined the battlefield.

The difference was that these tigers had nine tails growing from their backs, and their faces bore a striking resemblance to humans.

They had another name—Lu Wu.

They could spew black-and-white flames from their mouths and possessed the ability to control the surrounding temperature.

Even when slashed apart by blades and axes, the scattered Lu Wu returned to their original forms as flames.

The Drawing-Drawing Fruit could turn any creature from one's imagination into reality, granting it a portion of its power.

A combatant at the Admiral level could often change the course of an entire battlefield. With Qiuyue Gong joining in, the scene that had just been on the verge of collapse stabilized.

"Universal Pull!"

Qiuyue Gong ignored Kuina, still thinking she was the little girl from the Summit War.

A sudden force of attraction sent Qiuyue Gong flying away at terrifying speed.

She moved so fast that she nearly sprained her neck.

At the end of that pull awaited a longsword gleaming with