"Stop right there." Just as the rebels were about to continue deeper into the thirty-third floor, a voice came from behind them.
"Your actions have already violated Fire Moth's military code and wartime laws," Fu Hua said calmly.
Miller turned around. "Lady Fu Hua, please let us pass. I assume you heard what I just said."
"I did, and I absolutely do not agree with what you are doing."
"Lady Fu Hua, I would like to know whether a Fusion Warrior like you would attack ordinary people."
"Of course not."
"Then please let us pass."
The soldiers all but begged, "That's right, Lady Fu Hua..."
Fu Hua sighed, then said quietly, "Feather Dust—Second Rated Output, Multiple Manifestation!"
"Although I cannot attack you, I can make you lose the ability to act."
Fu Hua focused her consciousness on a single point. A pure white mental world replaced the reality around her. She floated within that mental world, surrounded by densely scattered points of light, near and far. Under the effects of Feather Dust, this was how conscious living beings appeared.
Under the power of the Divine Key, the army general and all the rebels in the real world collapsed to the ground. The rebels lost consciousness, and the rebellion was thus quelled. The only ones Feather Dust could not affect were the powerful Fusion Warriors.
"There are actually three of them." One consciousness was sharp as a sword yet light as the wind. Intense hatred, like a pool of heavy black sludge, wrapped around it in a vortex. Fu Hua knew who it was. There were not many surviving Fusion Warriors left, and such heavy, nearly tangible hatred made that consciousness's identity all too clear.
"That's right. It's Revis, but why is he here?" Fu Hua pondered for only a few