Chapter 81.2
Mournful screams echoed in the wilderness that was set ablaze.
Countless twisted black shadows struggled and howled in the flames until they were reduced to pieces.
Black smoke curled around the demon insect and the Eye and floated in the air, gazing in awe at the scene before them as if it were an inferno on earth.
Such a terrible, mighty… such beautiful blaze.
Burning, devouring, and purifying the entire wilderness.
At this point, the Eye suddenly realized something and looked toward the bottom of the abyss.
Only to see the light of the blood spell at the feet of the dragon gradually dimming.
The Eye of the Abyss began to tremble and struggle violently as if trying to escape from something that was about to happen.
The Eye shrilled, “N-Not good!”
The demon insect was startled. “What’s wrong?”
The Eye spoke extremely fast and bounced in rapid succession outward. “The Eye of the Abyss is somewhere between living and non-living things. Meanwhile, its existence is also between the abyss and the mainland. Although we can now see it on the mainland, it can never be brought out of the abyssal rift. The magical existence contained in the Eye of the Abyss is precarious. A spell formation should stabilize the magic in the Eye of the Abyss and transform it into a form the dragon can absorb.”
It slowed down and continued, “Now that the spell formation is destroyed, the magic power is no longer stable, but the transmission remains unbroken…”
The demon insect slowly widened its eyes and immediately understood what the Eye wanted to express.
The magic power transmitted now was unstable even in the way it existed, between abyssal and non-abyssal magic power.
The consequences could be unimaginable.
It cried out in dismay, “We have to stop–”
But before the demon insect’s words could be heard, the pupil of that Eye of the Abyss suddenly dilated and then violently disintegrated!
“Bang!”
Scarlet light surged into the spell formation.
The giant dragon’s body shook.
It tilted its head up and let out a long roar.
The sound was wrapped in a terrifying aura and the heavens and earth trembled.
Dragon flames roared.
The dragon unfolded its wings behind it and powerful air currents lifted it. In an instant, it disappeared into the dark, raging clouds.
The three demonic creatures stared blankly at the scene before them and fell silent in unison.
After a long time, the demon insect shuddered and asked, “That… What will the consequences be if it’s not stopped in time?”
The Eye dryly laughed twice. “This, I also don’t know….”
At best, it’s the end of the world.
***
Icy gale whistled in the high altitude.
Shi An spread his wings and let the wind brush his scaly armor.
Where is this place?
What am I going to do?
I don’t know.
His chaotic mind was filled with unanswered questions and all that remained was the endless instincts driving his body internally.
Rage.
This was the only emotion Shi An could perceive.
There was no place to vent the anger deep in his chest as if a fire was blocked in his throat, longing to set the world on fire so that everything in front of him was buried in a sea of fire along with the intense anger.
Horrendous flames burned in the depths of the dragon’s golden-red vertical pupils.
Burning, destroying, and destructing.
This was the innate instinct of all dragons.
They were born aggressive, ruthless predators. Wherever they go would be turned into fire and ashes, and they brought terror, death, pain, and wailing everywhere they went.
Dragons were inherently evil.
Shi An flapped his wings and gradually flew low, his cold eyes gazing at the silent campus.
Red-gold lines spread across the scales of his throat.
Dragon flames rolled and surged deep in his throat, eager to paint the ground in front of him with scorched black and crimson colors.
Suddenly, his movements stopped.
The depths of his vertical pupils reflected a figure on the ground not far away.
In the endless night, the silver glimmer appeared extraordinarily cold, shiny, and beautiful.
A word flashed through Shi An’s mind.
Mine.
***
Corpses were scattered and blood flowed, staining the ground red.
A man like the god of killing stood in the middle of the corpse, his cold longsword dripping drops of blood downward.
Mu Heng lowered his pale blue eyes, calmly gazing at the hellish scene in front of him.
He was the only living person.
Pale severed limbs scattered on the ground and both black robes or the Bureau’s uniform were dyed in the same color.
The man’s brow and eyes were deeply defined, with shadows covering his eyes.
His black boots stepped on top of the corpses and his white cheeks were splashed with a bit of scarlet blood, staining his cold face with a layer of treacherous cruelty.
He lifted his hand and gently wiped the blood off his cheek with his tactical gloved fingertips.
The assailants’ and betrayers’ bodies were all mixed messily at his feet.
It was like an indiscriminate, one-sided massacre.
At this moment, Mu Heng seemed to sense something.
He turned his head and looked toward the sky behind him.
The giant dragon was flying high in the sky.
It looked down with its eyes downcast, the dark clouds floating around it, its fiery pupils appearing extraordinarily clear in the night.
The next second, the dragon swooped down.