"So strong, this pollution!"
Fang Xing frowned as he arrived above the city.
His Great Sun Relic began to slowly revolve at his brow, allowing him to see layers of multicolored fog in the void.
Upon closer inspection, the fog consisted of countless particles and was interspersed with extremely fine fuzz.
They dispersed, even attempting to infiltrate the interior of the 'Sun God's Wings' mecha.
"Star Martial Six Extremes—Fighting Energy Transformation!"
Fang Xing's body ignited with a layer of transparent fighting spirit flames, sweeping away countless fuzz and particles from the void.
"This city..."
His gaze swept across the area, finding no turmoil or attacks, just an unsettling silence.
On the streets, civilians lay in disarray, seemingly trapped in illusory dream cocoons.
"A psychic entity of a higher-level Clan..."
"Dream Cocoon?"
Fang Xing's expression grew more serious.