[Forcing the Entry]
Lin Ye no longer intended to mask his presence. Cold light blazed in his eyes; fury and the thirst for vengeance made his blood surge. With a thunderous roar his demon‑power erupted, bursting forth like a breached flood‑gate. A colossal draconic body soared sky‑ward, churning the air with roaring thunder as it rammed straight into Black‑Stone Hall’s deepest sector.
Where he passed, walls were rent apart, timber and steel splintering like paper beneath the demon shock‑wave. Guards had no time to react before dragon claws shredded them to pieces, blood spraying across the hall. Under Lin Ye’s might they could not resist; in that instant the entire outpost became his hunting ground.
Explosions boomed; the structure shuddered violently while Lin Ye’s figure tore through layer upon layer of defenses, driving toward the core.
[Encountering the Mighty]
Yet his reckless assault did not yield an easy victory. Beyond the shattered lines, powerful auras erupted from the inner depths. Several formidable presences emerged, their strength so heavy it thickened the air, squeezing Lin Ye’s breath.
One aura was especially overwhelming, exuding an authority that could force all life to submit. Lin Ye’s pupils contracted—the foe had reached the Sea‑of‑Qi realm. A middle‑aged man with sinister features stepped into view, staring at Lin Ye with cold contempt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The man’s voice was low and icy, dripping absolute confidence. “A mere beast dares intrude on Black‑Stone Hall? courting death!”
Lin Ye stood firm, dragon claws clenched, every sense on alert. This was no ordinary warrior; his power rolled like a tidal wave, an overwhelming peril.
[Finding Uncle Wang]
While tension crackled between them, Lin Ye suddenly felt a faint yet familiar aura from deep inside the building. Weak though it was, a warm recognition flared—it was Uncle Wang!
“Uncle Wang!” A shock ran through him. He swiftly channeled demon‑power, focusing to pinpoint the source. Through demon‑sense he locked on: Wang was imprisoned in a secret chamber at the structure’s very heart.
But dread clenched Lin Ye—the aura was perilously weak, as though it might vanish at any moment, stoking his urgency and rage.
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