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The torrent of the Multiverse flowed before him, countless worlds flickering like points of light.

Chu Hang's avatar transformed into a golden streak and traveled through the chaos. His consciousness retained a faint connection to his main body, and the searing sensation of the Phoenix's source remained clear even through dimensional barriers.

There wasn't much time left.

His main body was fighting that awakened firebird, every second burning through the foundation he had accumulated over a hundred years. He had to find something capable of bearing the Phoenix Force, or make another leap in physical strength.

A unique energy fluctuation drew his attention.

Primal, savage, drenched in blood. It was neither magic nor technology, but pure physical power.

The avatar changed direction, tore open the spatial barrier, and slipped inside.

This was a secret base hidden within a mountain.

The metal walls were covered in bloodstains and scorch marks, while the air reeked of blood and burnt flesh. Several corpses lay on the floor.

The neck of a man in a red bodysuit had been snapped, his head hanging limply. Beside him lay a winged woman, her chest pierced through and feathers scattered everywhere. Farther away, a black figure had been torn in half, its organs spilling across the ground.

At the center of this slaughterhouse, a man in white with a red cape held a woman by the throat with one hand.

The woman wore a green combat suit. Her blond hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in blood. Her hands weakly clawed at the iron-grip hand around her neck, while her lips had turned purple.

The man in white had no expression. His eyes were as cold as if he were looking at ants. His other hand slowly clenched into a fist, preparing to deliver