The Emperor's Might Descends! The Proud Catwoman's Utter Submission

Deep within the NGL Autonomous Nation, a hundred-meter-tall ant nest lay shrouded in deathly silence and the stench of blood.

The defensive perimeter outside the King's Bedchamber was dark and oppressive. The air was saturated with Nen pressure—the unconscious aura of the king leaking from the Dark Giant Egg. It was enough to drive any weak-willed Hunter mad in an instant.

Neferpitou crouched silently atop a massive, jutting stalactite, as graceful and deadly as a ghost.

Her long, pale legs were slightly bent, her toes resting lightly on the sharp stone tip in a display of unimaginable balance. Her white tail swished idly behind her, each sweep producing a faint sonic boom that chilled the blood.

Of the three Special Grade Royal Guards, Neferpitou possessed the most extraordinary senses. Her En could even stretch into tendrils, covering an irregular area extending two kilometers in every direction. Within that range, not even the flutter of a mosquito's wing could escape her.

Her eyes had been half-closed, like a lazy cat dozing in the afternoon. Then, in the next ten-thousandth of a second—

Whoosh!

The pair of fluffy white ears atop Neferpitou's head shot upright as if electrified!

Her half-lidded ruby eyes flew wide open, their oval pupils narrowing into dangerous vertical slits. Her gaze locked on the dark vault overhead, as though she could see through the barriers of space to something countless miles away.

"What... is this feeling?"

A low, startled feline whimper escaped Neferpitou's throat.

She sensed no physical attack, nor any hostile Nen. Yet in that instant, a thread of Supreme Pure Yang Aura had crossed endless space and time from beyond the dimensions of this universe. Like an invisible, red-hot divine sword, it plunged straight into the depths of her mind, where her wild instincts still lingered.