The dark purple mist of the Star Sea Abyss churned like ink, every wisp carrying Chaos power strong enough to tear apart the flesh of a Star Lord Realm cultivator.
Hua Qiang stood atop a floating piece of Meteorite Iron, scorching residual energy still lingering at his fingertips from when he had slain the Star Dome Divine Envoy's Armor Clone.
The fragments from that Clone's explosion had long been swallowed by the abyssal Gale Force, yet the vigilance in his heart had not diminished in the slightest—anyone capable of condensing a Clone that combined spatial tearing with law suppression was far too terrifying for his current self to contend with easily.
"The situation is bad. I can't let them stay by my side any longer."
Hua Qiang raised a hand to his brow, and the entrance to the Small World within his sea of consciousness slowly opened. Gentle spiritual light poured out like flowing water.
He first looked at the two small figures concealed within the glow behind him. Eight-year-old Hua Xiaoyao and Hua Sijun's expressions changed; both had already understood what their dad meant.
Though their eyes were filled with reluctant frustration at having to leave, they still did not dare go against Hua Qiang's wishes.
Hua Qiang gently rubbed his son's head. "Xiaoyao, take good care of your sister. Once dad finishes dealing with this, I'll take you to pick light fruits from the Star-Picking River."
At the side, Hua Sijun clutched her brother's sleeve, while Hua Jing reluctantly tugged at Hua Qiang's sleeve, her little face filled with worry.
She and Kim Ji-soo stood side by side. Though worry filled their eyes, there was even more trust in them—since following Hua Qiang, they had never once seen him retreat.
Medusa narrowed her snake eyes and flicked out