Floating above the clouds, Feng Feiyan's piercing gaze was fixed on the land below, half of which lay veiled under the ominous Abyss Mist. A faint smirk played on his lips, his expression a mixture of confidence and malice.
His purpose here was singular: to find Tyler White and settle a score that had haunted him for years.
After countless years of searching, tracking, and frustration, Feng Feiyan finally had a lead. Tyler White was within his grasp, and this time, no force in the universe would stop him from achieving his goal.
As he prepared to descend into the Ixalaria Continent, a sudden disturbance broke his concentration. A group of figures appeared before him, blocking his path.
"Greetings, respected Senior." The voice came from a man in a pristine white uniform, bearing the insignia of a high-ranking officer. "I am a Commander-level officer from the Federation."
