The Ring [1]

Suddenly, Angie's expression turned ice-cold.

"Dragon Dominance."

The words left her lips like a divine decree.

Instantly, the shadows at her feet writhed.

They expanded outward in a violent bloom, inky tendrils snaking across the ground, swallowing grass, trees, even the light itself.

The world darkened in a blink, as if night had collapsed upon the earth.

Then boom.

A silent, crushing wave pulsed out.

The entire forest quivered.

Ten seconds later, the darkness snapped away like a sheet being yanked from the world.

Where there had been a clearing, stood a single figure, wobbling in the wreckage.

Shan Yifeng, bruised and bloodied, staggered forward. His robes were torn.

One of his sleeves hung by a thread, and his left arm bent slightly too far the wrong way. Cuts ran down his neck.

His breath came in sharp gasps, his chest hitching with every step.