A group of colossal figures, or rather, a procession, slowly moved towards the Firefly Base.
Wherever they passed, rocks crumbled, ancient trees snapped, and startled birds and beasts had long since fled without a trace.
The air was filled with two distinctly different pressures: one emanating from the Emerald Treant, a oppressive feeling that intertwined the heavy vitality and chilling murderous intent of ancient forests;
The other was the Azure Treant's destructive aura, full of ferocity and wildness, as if it could explode at any moment.
Although both auras had reined in their sharpness and were no longer deliberately targeting, their mere natural emanation was enough to make the souls of any creature that sensed them tremble, instinctively wanting to flee.
Dozens of kilometers away, at the edge of the Void Land, hundreds of powerful individuals who had lit Six Lotus Seeds were seated on the ground; they were the powerhouses of the Three Overlord Powers, here to light their seventh lotus seed with the help of the Void Land’s edge.
Suddenly, those hundreds of powerhouses abruptly opened their eyes, their gazes uniformly fixed on the distant horizon.
They felt a chilling aura, as if an supreme being was about to descend.
Though dozens of kilometers away, the immense pressure still surged like a tide, causing their internal abilities to stir restlessly, like candle flames trembling before a storm.
That aura contained an irresistible might, both ancient and chilling, and destructive and wild, as if heaven and earth were trembling for the impending shock.
The powerhouses exchanged glances, all seeing deep apprehension and surprise in each other's eyes.
Someone whispered, "What is that…?"
Before he finished speaking, the oppressive feeling in the air had already pressed down like a heavy hammer, making them almost gasp for breath.
Immediately after, in their line of sight, the outlines of four colossal figures gradually became clear, like giant beasts emerging from ancient myths.
Emerald and azure light intertwined and flowed over their bodies, as if the most primal forces of heaven and earth were awakening.
The powerhouses were filled with dread; as the distance between them shortened, the pressure intensified, as if even space was being distorted.
The powerhouses instinctively rose, assuming defensive stances, yet all their preparations seemed pale and powerless in the face of those gradually approaching god-like figures.
The Emerald Treant's enormous eyes glowed with a deep green light, as if it could see through everything;
While the Azure Treant was like a burning volcano, ready to erupt with destructive power at any moment.
The four figures stood between heaven and earth, like gods gazing down on the mortal world, filling the powerhouses with an involuntary sense of awe.
The air seemed to solidify, everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.
A bolder powerhouse tried to look into the eyes of the four Treants, but the moment their gazes met, the powerhouse was struck by lightning, his entire body jolted violently, his eyes instantly lost focus, a trace of blood spilled from his mouth, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, already severely injured.
—The eyes of a deity, not to be gazed upon by mortals.
At that moment, a strong fear arose in the hearts of all the powerhouses; that was an existence no human could contend with.
They all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the four colossal figures again, fearing to provoke those lofty beings once more.
But fortunately, the four colossal figures were merely passing by, paying no attention to their ant-like existence, and walked directly towards the Firefly Base, until they rooted themselves on the four sides of the base's periphery, standing motionless like guardian deities.
The powerhouses did not dare to look up for a long time, until the four colossal figures completely stilled, reined in their auras, and closed their eyes, as if they had transformed into four ancient hundred-meter-tall trees.
Only then did these powerhouses slowly raise their heads, their hearts still filled with an unshakeable shock and awe.
They dared not make a sound, fearing to disturb the slumber of the four colossal beings.
A powerhouse cautiously spoke, "They… belong to Firefly? What exactly are they? Gods?…"
The powerhouses of the Three Overlord Powers looked at each other, the air seemed to solidify, leaving only heavy breathing and the dull thud of rocks rolling in the distance.
Their eyes still held an unspeakable fright; that brief eye contact, that abyss-like pressure, was deeply seared into their souls.
No one dared to make any rash moves, and no one dared to harbor any desire to investigate; their companion's severe injury was a stark warning—those four beings were absolutely not something they could fathom or even look at directly.
"Focus on breaking through, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't look at what shouldn't be looked at!"
A burly man with a bushy beard growled in a low voice, his words thundering in everyone's ears.
His eyes still held a look of horror, but he was the deputy leader of the Steel Fortress, and he knew more than the others.
He had also witnessed the power of the hundred-meter-tall Python Branch Giant Tree, but compared to those four, it was like heaven and earth.
But since those four colossal figures had chosen to remain silent, and seemed to harbor no ill will, and had even rooted themselves to guard the Firefly Base, they must be one of the Firefly Base's foundations.
He hadn't quite understood why their leader, despite becoming a Super Individual, a walking nine-Slash Zombie, had repeatedly warned him not to provoke anyone or anything at the Firefly Base.
Now he finally understood that the leader's apprehension was by no means groundless, but stemmed from a reverence for true power.
Of course, he didn't know that their leader's Super Individual status was created by Firefly.
His heart was filled with unshakeable shock, but he forced himself to remain calm and said in a deep voice:
"Continue to break through, don't waste this rare opportunity! Pass the word down, if anyone dares to provoke the people of Firefly Base from now on, I'll personally tear him apart!"
In fact, what he said or didn't say was irrelevant, because the moment those four colossal figures appeared, anyone who wasn't a fool would no longer harbor any ill intentions.
The pressure from those four beings was like an invisible shackle, firmly binding everyone's minds.
At this moment, even if someone wanted to make a rash move, their legs would probably already be disobedient.
The air was filled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere, as if even the wind dared not pass through.
Only one thought remained in everyone's hearts—the Firefly Base is guarded by deities!
Zuo Feng and the girls stood at the base entrance, looking at the four hundred-meter-tall ancient trees rooted around the base, complex emotions surging in their hearts.
Mu Jingjing and Mu Lingling were even more excitedly directing 26 Pine Cone Warriors and 26 Chili Warriors to divide into four groups and patrol back and forth, ensuring the safety of the base's surroundings.
Zuo Feng's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene; divine guardianship and divine patrols, this treatment was truly unprecedented.
After taking a deep look at the four ancient trees, Zuo Feng led the girls back to the outside of the bedroom, sitting on the sofa; inside the house, aside from the playful sounds of the little beasts, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Zuo Feng's face was serious; this time, Mu Jingjing and Mu Lingling's strength had increased terrifyingly, with only one more slash, why would such terrifying beings be nurtured?
Was it because they activated their patterns?
Or did they absorb the Slash Zombie's blood-colored patterns and runes?
Or do plant warriors nurtured from mutated plants achieve a leap in life?
Zuo Feng's heart was filled with questions, but he knew that he had no way of knowing the answers to all of this now.
Just like the eyes that appeared during the Slash Zombie's sacrifice before, and the two drops of blood that could create the Void Land, and why the little beasts and the true forms of those two drops of blood were hostile to each other—these mysteries were as unfathomable as an abyss.
But one thing was certain: his current small body simply didn't have the ability to investigate these things; these clearly involved powers from other levels or planes, and were definitely not something he could touch right now.
He should honestly focus on improving his strength; the road was still very long, and lighting 13 lotus seeds was not the end, but merely the beginning. This little shrimp, who had only lit three lotus seeds, now truly realized his own insignificance and fragility.
Zuo Feng's gaze involuntarily turned to the other little beasts; what astonishing methods were they hiding? But Zuo Feng no longer dared to let them show them, the reason was simple: he was afraid this land couldn't withstand their havoc.
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