So, even as his consciousness was sucked into the white vortex deep within Ancient Dream Saintess's eyes,
Meng Chao still maintained the utmost vigilance, refusing to let himself sink too deeply.
He was like a falcon weaving through the mist, trying to peer through the gaps and make out the scene on the ground thousands of meters below.
Yet he also had to be careful not to be swallowed by storm clouds disguised as mist, crackling with lightning and thunder.
Very quickly, Meng Chao felt a powerful repulsive force.
It was as though invisible monstrous hands had reached out from every direction, trying to shove him away.
A piercing agony tore through him, like red-hot steel needles wildly stirring his brain matter.
This was the defense and counterattack launched by "Jackal" Kanus against his prying.
Their clash had long since begun across the distance, on the spiritual level.
And for Dragon City's future, Meng Chao would never give up so easily!
Enduring pain beyond all description, his consciousness forced its way deeper into the mist.
As the mist gradually dispersed, countless cracks appeared before his eyes.
Within the cracks, fragments from innumerable kaleidoscopes seemed to piece together a hazy image.
A Floating Mountain Range like the spine of a stegosaurus... a blood-red waterfall plunging toward the ground... crashing into an oval-shaped pool of blood...
Just as Meng Chao kept gathering his consciousness, trying to glimpse more details, he heard Ancient Dream Saintess cry out.
Then darkness and crimson interwove before his eyes. His consciousness seemed to be struck by a burning meteor, smashing heavily back into his body and knocking his body itself stumbling backward.
His eyes burned and ached as if they had been filled with magma.
The world around him was awash in crimson.
When he wiped his