For a moment, Ice Storm had hallucinated.
It was as though a fissure leading to a bottomless abyss had split open beneath the Holy Mountain Temple.
And from the depths of that fissure emerged a ferocious beast unlike any she had ever seen.
Neither Holy Light Language nor Turan Language could fully describe the terror of this beast.
It was as though every formidable enemy and powerful being she had ever encountered or heard of had been piled atop one another.
She did not dare look directly at the beast.
She did not even dare breathe.
Much less did she dare summon her Totem Armor or assume any posture of resistance.
Every cell in her body let out hysterical screams.
Along with those screams, wisps of bio-current were released from the depths of her nerves.
They left every muscle fiber in her body paralyzed.
This was the most primitive biological instinct, beyond the control of thought.
When many creatures encountered an absolutely irresistible enemy, they paralyzed their muscles, stopped breathing, and pretended to be stiff corpses, hoping the enemy would spare a pitiful dead body.
But in the next second, the indescribable terror and pressure vanished without a trace.
There was no abyss, no ferocious beast, and certainly no terrifying demon king or anything of the sort.
Ice Storm blinked desperately and saw only her old friend with black hair and black eyes, standing amid the collapsed rocks and looking at her with a smile.
Meng Chao, at this moment...
Had already reined in the Spirit Flame and killing intent around him so thoroughly that not a drop leaked out.
Even the Spiritual Energy fluctuations that Transcendents could easily leak unintentionally were perfectly controlled by him.
His actual age had only ever been a little over twenty.
In Dragon City,