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After showing off her ability to sculpt a spaceship with her bare hands to the viewers watching the live stream on the StarNet, Feng Qingyue slightly moved her fingers, and the lump of scrap metal flew towards her.

After easily crushing the live-streaming equipment in her hand, Feng Qingyue's fingertips lit up with a silvery-white light. She touched the lump of scrap metal, and in a short while, the lump turned into starlight and disappeared completely.

Yueyao stared in horror at the scene before her, feeling a chill run through her body.

As a beast, she was aware of the rumors about lord-level beasts, but lord-level beasts were elusive, and few beasts had actually seen them. The legends were also too vague and unfounded, so she subconsciously felt that they were on the same level as the human marshal Jiyuan.

But this was the first time she had directly experienced the terror of a lord-level beast.

The ability to silently crush a spaceship from a distance, causing so many lives on board to vanish without a trace, is an incredibly terrifying level of power.

Seeing her turn and fly towards her, Yueyao trembled all over. Her eyes were wet and red at the corners, and she cried silently.

Her fair and flawless arms tightly embraced herself. The seaweed, which would have clung to her body like clothes under the moisture of the water, was now slipping down with the slightest movement under the sun as the moisture evaporated, revealing her bare skin.

Yueyao still had some ulterior motives.

As she crossed her arms, she intentionally or unintentionally squeezed her breasts, revealing the figure she was so proud of.

Skin exposed to sunlight for a long time has a rosy glow, exuding an irresistible allure.

As Feng Qingyue approached her, she lowered her head in fear, her body trembling involuntarily, as if she had been bullied and looked incredibly weak and pitiful.

She looks so delicate that she easily evokes a man's protective instincts.

But who are those people standing in front of her? They are lord-level beasts that could crush a bunch of people with a wave of their hands.

At their level, the main thing is to do things their own way; what others think or how they evaluate them doesn't matter to them.

You say you don't like it? If you're so capable, then come and fight me. If not, then keep it to yourself.

Feng Qingyue looked down at the woman in front of her, flicked her hand, and crystal-clear ice chains appeared out of thin air, binding the woman's hands and hanging her up.

Seeing that her cleavage was about to be exposed to the light of day, Xuanming quickly used his mental power to grab a handful of seaweed and throw it at the woman: "Cover it up, cover it up, it's an eyesore."

His movements were anything but gentle. The seaweed, freshly pulled from the water and plump from being soaked, slammed into Yueyao's chest with a "pia," causing her to burst into tears instantly from the pain.

A chilling coldness emanated from her wrists, while her chest burned with pain. Yueyao looked pitifully at the other man present, Qingfeng, with her alluring eyes, hoping he would show her mercy.

Qingfeng is a person who cherishes beauty, but in his heart, "fragrance" refers to Tushan You and "jade" refers to Feng Qingyue.

Seeing the woman turn her gaze to him, Qingfeng suddenly bent over and coughed violently.

Feng Qingyue looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Qingfeng's handsome face turned bright red as he hurriedly waved his hand, "I choked on the wind, I'm going to cool off in the water."

Feng Qingyue was even more puzzled: Qingfeng's spiritual power attribute is wind, and all the wind in the world would go around him. How could there be a stubborn wind that dares to challenge him?

Xuanming tightly pinched his mouth shut, afraid that he might burst out laughing if he wasn't careful.

Tu Shanyou's fox tail swept across Feng Qingyue's face, while the other tail pointed at Yueyao.

Feng Qingyue's beautiful fishtail had transformed back into human legs. Her long, straight legs had smooth and graceful lines. She lazily leaned against Tu Shanyou's fluffy tail, her slender, fair hands casually stroking the softness in them, and her clear, beautiful eyes quietly watching Yueyao.

Seeing that the two men present ignored her, Yueyao knew that her act of feigning weakness was useless.

She stared intently at Feng Qingyue, her fishtail drooping.

"Can't you transform back into human form?" Tu Shanyou asked, looking at the dull, weak, and clearly unhealthy fish tail.

Feng Qingyue looked the fish tail up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and what she saw stunned her.

Mermaids have always been proud of their tails, and they go to great lengths to protect them.

A healthy mermaid's tail will be shiny and swing powerfully, unlike the woman in front of me, whose scales are dull and lack luster, with some scales even disappearing to reveal the delicate flesh underneath.

Feng Qingyue squatted down and poked the tail that didn't look very healthy.

It was extremely dry to the touch and had no elasticity. After I poked a hole in it, the hole never disappeared.

"That shouldn't be the case," Feng Qingyue looked around. Although mermaids' tails would become dry after leaving the water, she had created a water sphere next to this woman using her mental power!

Suddenly looking up, she was drawn to what was around the woman's waist.

The woman had a ring of scales around her waist. From a distance, it didn't seem like a problem, but upon closer inspection, it was a big issue.

The scales didn't seem to grow on her; they were more like decorations, or more accurately, a disguise.

Ignoring Yueyao's increasingly fierce struggles, Feng Qingyue brushed aside the scales wrapped around her waist, and what she saw made her expression darken.

Beneath the scales on the woman's waist was a very obvious ring of stitching marks.

Thick, black sutures were faintly visible around her waist. Where the thread pierced and penetrated her skin, the surrounding flesh was turned outwards. Even though the injury had healed, it left a hideous scar, silently telling others of the cruel crime.

Qingfeng suddenly emerged from the water, and the three little ones stood behind Feng Qingyue, where they could see the obvious stitching marks.

Feng Qingyue said softly, "No wonder her fishtail was so strange, no wonder her movements looked so awkward. It turns out she was a monster that had been artificially fused with.

Xuanming was unusually serious: "To cut a strange beast in half and then reassemble it is truly disgusting."

Yueyao overheard their conversation, and her tone instantly became agitated: "It's all your fault! As peak-level beings in the universe, you should have protected us, why didn't you do so!"

Tu Shanyou smiled and patted Yueyao's cheek with her fox tail: "We do not belong to any beast clan. Each of the four of us is a clan in itself. We have no real relationship with you. If you want to seek protection, go to the strong members of your own clan."

Yueyao was unwilling to accept this. She had suffered so much inhuman torture, why wouldn't these strange beasts help her?! They clearly stood at the pinnacle of the universe, able to annihilate those disgusting humans with a flick of their fingers, why couldn't they help her?!

Seemingly sensing her question, Qingfeng calmly replied, "Although we also belong to the Beast Race, we have nothing to do with you. This world is like this—cold-blooded and selfish. Of course, we can help you vent your anger, but we have no obligation to do so."

It would be ridiculous if every low-level beast needed a lord-level beast to stand up for them against their injustices.

Lord-level alien beasts are unique in the world; unlike other alien beasts, they do not have their own clans.

Perhaps as fellow beastmen, they should indeed help each other, but those beastmen also fight and scheme against each other.

Race is less important when it comes to interests.

Therefore, lord-level alien beasts act on a whim; they might save someone (the alien beast) by chance, or they might kill them.

To put it bluntly, lord-level alien beasts don't care about the life or death of strangers (alien beasts), let alone avenge them.