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.