The Dragon Has Descended (2)
Not far away.
Mu Heng seemed to sense something suddenly and jerked his eyes up, looking in a specific direction.
At that moment, a member of the Bureau stumbled through the door and reported breathlessly, “S-Sir! The detecting machine has sensed an abnormal magical fluctuation!”
He gasped and continued, “It seems to be a newly-formed abyssal rift–”
The man’s tone was cold, interrupting the other man’s unfocused report. “Location?”
“I-In the academy!”
Mu Heng’s expression was grim.
He calmly and concisely ordered the students to evacuate, sealed off the scene, and organized the squad.
Gazing at the orderly scene before him, Mu Heng’s eyes sank slightly.
He paused and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
The screen lit up and the signal bar still showed nothing.
Since a few hours ago, the signal towers within the Ability Academy had been interfered with in some way, unable to receive any signal.
Mu Heng knew this newly born abyssal rift was not very harmful and the readings were not very high. It would never spread, especially with himself and the immense forces of the Bureau present.
And he knew very well that with Shi An’s strength, he should be able to handle this crisis easily.
But…
This feeling of not being able to take the other party under his protective wing was something that Mu Heng disliked.
He put the phone back into his pocket and raised his eyes to the neatly arranged squad in front of him, his voice cold and low.
“Set off.”
Since that was the case, it would be better to do it quickly.
As long as the source of the danger was solved, there would be no need to worry about the safety of those he cared about.
***
Step by step, the young man stepped deeper into the abyss.
He was slender and pale, fragile, and petite against the darkness of the surrounding wall.
Beneath his long, dark eyelashes were vertical pupils of a golden-red color.
Flames blazed in the depths of his narrow pupils, a treacherous and cruel sight against the surrounding darkness.
The terrible aura of the dragon poured out without restraint, covering the whole area like a powerful aura.
It was as if a vast dark shadow was brewing behind the slender form of the human boy.
The aura was ancient and dangerous as if a long-sleeping beast had opened its eyes in the abyss and cast a cold, indifferent glance.
It was an oppression that came purely from the soul and bloodline.
One could feel the intense fear that awoke from the depths of one’s instincts just by being close.
Usually, when an abyssal rift opened, the smaller abyssal species would begin to rush out of the gap toward the mainland's surface.
But this time, it was different.
The abyssal species fled in fear at the bottom of the abyss, desperate to get back to where they had come from, not daring to take a step closer to the human boy with his terrifying aura.
Shi An gazed at the rift that had just been born before him.
Now he could perceive it.
The sweet-smelling scent did not come from the abyss itself but from the bottom of it.
The closer he got, the thicker it became.
Shi An abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Through the pitch-black poisonous mist, he saw a black and red eye shining between the cliffs not far away.
Below the Eye of the Abyss, pitch-black minerals were arranged in grotesque shapes and blood was spreading across the magically eroded and blackened ground, the half-dried traces of blood shimmering in the darkness in a strange faint haze.
It was a spell painted in blood.
The aroma in the air became thicker and more substantial like an invisible hand urging and driving him forth.
Shi An subconsciously took a step forward.
The spell formation drawn in blood suddenly lit up when his feet landed!
Scarlet distorted lines stretched toward the outside.
Only then did Shi An realize that the spell formation at the bottom of the Eye of Abyss was the core of the entire spell formation, with the blood-colored lines lighting up from the stone walls and the ground, spreading to his feet.
Not far away, the Eye of the Abyss appeared to sense something abruptly. The black slit in the center of the eye constricted abruptly and trembled violently.
Crimson light was pulled out of the Eye of Abyss and was pulled hard into the spell formation.
In that instant, Shi An’s eyes widened.
He could feel the… pure magical power of the abyss pouring into his body in a steady stream.
It washed over his body like a river merging into a dry canyon.
The young man’s eyes turned an extremely pure red, with a light golden aura running through them as hot and fiery as molten lava.
Clear patterns of scales emerged on his fair face, silvery scales reflecting streams of fiery light.
His face was still as beautiful and harmless as ever, a paradoxical and dangerous contrast to this inhuman trait.
High up on a distant rock ledge, figures in black hoods emerged from the night.
Due to their limited strength, they could not enter the abyssal rift directly but stood far from its outer edge and looked down.
A red light could flicker below through dark, poisonous mist layers.
A strong wave of magical energy rippled out from the center of the fissure.
The thick clouds in the sky overhead tumbled with a strange blood-red glow faintly streaming out from them.
The black-robed men fell to their knees at the edge of the cliff.
They rested their foreheads on the cold rocks and bowed with immense devotion, muttering fervent words under their breath.
The ground shook violently and a giant dragon’s form was faintly visible in the dark, poisonous mist.
“The dragon has descended!”
Ecstatic voices converged into a torrent that shot up to the clouds.
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