Zhao Jundu’s figure emerged slowly from the misty region. Unable to adapt to the sunlight of the Qin Continent, he narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the fortress.

This casual glance caused everyone in the fortress to feel their hearts tighten, almost as though an invisible hand had gripped them. An old general went pale and clasped his chest, muttering, “This suppressive might feels almost like a heavenly monarch!”

Zhao Jundu’s killing intent had receded, but his body was shrouded in dark green origin power that resembled flames. This blaze was extremely tyrannical, turning an area dozens of meters around him into a land of death. No one dared approach.

Zhao Jundu looked up at the fortress, saying, “I’m injured, so I need to suppress it with origin power.”

An old man with white hair said, “It’s fine! Sire Jundu is a pillar of the Empire. You must take care of your physical condition.”

Zhao Jundu nodded and flew away over the horizon, leaving a trail of dark green in the air.

A middle-aged general looked up at the trail, then whispered, “General Zhang, do you think Zhao Jundu…...