The Primordial Dao Tree had taken root in that mysterious space, constantly absorbing energy from the Primordial Universe.
He shared that energy with the Primordial Dao Tree.
"This feeling... is somewhat similar to a Divine Body."
Qian Yu fell into thought.
As long as the Primordial Dao Tree remained intact, he would possess an inexhaustible reserve of energy.
Although the Primordial Dao Tree was still growing and absorbed energy at a limited rate, it was more than enough to handle a battle of this level.
"Not bad."
Qian Yu nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze.
He glanced at the planet below. The concentration camp had become ruins, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.
The slaves gathered in small groups. Some wept, some knelt in worship, and some frantically rushed toward the spaceship docking area.
The slaves were free.
But his revenge had only just begun.
Qian Yu did not linger. He turned and boarded the spaceship.
The black-silver B9-class Spaceship slowly rose into the air, soon breaking through the atmosphere and vanishing into the boundless starry sky.
Inside the cockpit, Qian Yu sat in his seat and stared at the star map in deep thought.
"The Fire Phoenix Organization has operated in the Cui Lang Starfield for thousands of years. Its bases are spread across dozens of star systems. KX-7 is only one of them. How many places like this are there?"
He raised a hand and rubbed his brow.
The Fire Phoenix Organization was too large. There was no way he could search through every base one by one.
He remembered KX-7 because he had personally been there.
But what about the other bases?
Where were those mining planets, trade stations, and slave camps he had never visited, scattered throughout the vast sea of stars? He did not have the Virtual Universe Company's Virtual Universe to help him.
"Looks like I'll have to capture one or two alive next time."
Qian Yu made his decision.
He would capture a high-ranking Fire Phoenix Organization member alive and make him lead the way. Then he would sweep through them one by one and spare none of them.
"The next target..."
He brought up the star map, his gaze landing on a planet marked KX-11.
He had never been to this planet either, but based on the Fire Phoenix Organization's numbering system, the KX series should all be similar slave transfer stations.
Since KX-7 was one, KX-11 most likely was as well.
"I'll go take a look."
Qian Yu set the route. The spaceship gave a faint tremor and entered Dark Universe once more.
Less than twenty minutes after Qian Yu left,
a small fleet of three C-class Spaceships emerged from Dark Universe and headed straight for KX-7.
This was the reinforcement team dispatched by the Fire Phoenix Organization headquarters.
The Fire Phoenix Organization headquarters had reacted swiftly. The nearest team to KX-7 immediately received orders and rushed over at full speed.
Unfortunately, they were still one step too late.
The three spaceships slowly descended onto the planet's surface.
The cabin doors opened, and more than a dozen figures filed out.
At the front was a lean middle-aged man at Cosmic Level Eight. His eyes were sharp, and he was one of the Fire Phoenix Organization's minor higher-ups.
Twelve team members followed behind him, all at the Cosmic Level Initial Stage to middle stage. Such a lineup was already a force not to be underestimated in the Cui Lang Starfield.
"Hm?"
The moment he stepped out of the cabin, the lean man frowned.
A thick stench of blood filled the air, so strong it made one want to vomit.
"Something's wrong!"
His expression changed as his divine sense spread out in an instant.
The next second, his face went pale. Corpses covered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.
The concentration camp, command tower, warehouses, dormitories... corpses lay strewn everywhere around every Fire Phoenix Organization building.
"This... this..."
One team member stared wide-eyed in horror, his voice trembling.
"Captain, wh-who did this?!"
The lean man did not answer. His figure flashed, and he landed before the ruins of the command tower.
He crouched down and examined a corpse's wound.
"A blade wound... killed in a single strike... such a fast blade..."
Then he looked at another corpse.
"This was... torn apart by spatial power... someone capable of wielding spatial power must be at least a Domain Lord?!"
The lean man's pupils contracted sharply.
A Domain Lord?!
He abruptly rose to his feet and said in a grave voice, "Pull up the surveillance footage! Immediately!"
The team members hurriedly connected to the planet's surveillance system.
Soon, a recording was retrieved.
In the footage, a black-silver spaceship forcibly broke through the atmosphere. Twelve orbital cannon platforms fired at once, only for the space around the spaceship to suddenly freeze, every energy beam suspended in midair.
Immediately afterward, a black figure appeared outside the spaceship.
The person raised a hand and made a grasping motion. All twelve orbital cannon platforms exploded simultaneously!
Then the person vanished. When he reappeared, he was already above the energy shield generator, stomping down with one foot!
The massive hundred-meter-tall structure instantly collapsed!
As the lean man watched that figure, his pupils gradually narrowed.
After all three energy shield generators had been destroyed, the man floated in the air and released an immense pressure. His divine sense swept across the entire planet.
At that moment, a surveillance camera captured the man's face: black hair, black eyes, a flame mark between his brows, and an expression as calm as water.
"It's him!"
One team member cried out.
"The slave who escaped ten years ago!!"
The lean man stared fixedly at the face in the footage.
Ten years ago, when that slave escaped, he had merely been at Cosmic Level First Stage.
Although the organization had issued a kill order at the time, they had not taken it too seriously. What kind of trouble could a runaway slave at Cosmic Level First Stage possibly cause?
But this footage before them...
"How could this be? How could he have grown so much stronger in such a short time?"
The lean man muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.
Ten years.
In just ten short years, he had gone from a slave at Cosmic Level First Stage who had barely escaped to an expert capable of slaughtering an entire base.
How was that possible?!
"Could that kid... have encountered some extraordinary opportunity?"
The lean man furrowed his brow.
The footage continued playing.
They saw the Black-Clad Youth instantly appear behind the administrator and crush his skull with one hand.
They saw him unleash some terrifying method, freezing the space within a hundred kilometers and rendering every Fire Phoenix member as immobile as statues.
They saw him swing his blade again and again, with hundreds of heads flying into the air with every swing.
They saw him race across the planet's surface like the god of death, leaving rivers of blood and fields of corpses wherever he passed.
More than ten minutes later, every Fire Phoenix member on the planet was dead.
At last, he boarded his spaceship and departed.
The footage ended there.
The lean man remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Copy this footage and send it back to headquarters immediately."
"Yes!"
One team member cautiously asked, "Captain, then should we... pursue him?"
The lean man looked at him and said gravely, "Pursue him? With what? Are you and I going to offer ourselves up to die?"
With Qian Yu's displayed strength, what difference would it make if they went after him?
The strongest person at this base had also been at the Cosmic Level, yet he had not even lasted a single exchange against that man.
The lean man would not fare much better. At most, he would last one extra exchange. He had no desire to throw away his life.
The team members looked at one another, seeing fear in each other's eyes.
"This matter is already beyond our ability to handle."
The lean man's expression was solemn.
"A slave who escaped ten years ago possessed the strength to wipe out an entire base ten years later. That rate of growth is far too terrifying. If he continues developing, then in a few hundred or thousand years, would he not even dare to storm headquarters?"
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