Northern Fortress (2)

Afterward, Ang mounted the Magic Broom, while Dana excitedly sat in the back seat, gripping Ang's waist tightly with both hands.

One in front and one behind, they tore through the air toward the southern wilderness.

The guards patrolling above the fortress saw this. Though somewhat surprised, they did not stop them.

Instead, someone murmured, "It's for the best that he's willing to go on a night patrol himself. Saves us from worrying that he doesn't understand the dangers of this battlefield."

The night wind howled past their ears.

Beneath them stretched a rolling wilderness, where scattered elemental auras flickered in and out of sight like sleeping beasts.

After flying for more than twenty minutes, Ang finally landed slowly in an open space behind a low hill.

"What are we doing here?" Dana looked around, curiosity filling his eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough." Ang smiled mysteriously and offered no further explanation.

He closed his eyes and silently recited an incantation, his spiritual power tracing a complex summoning magic circle through the air.

As a burst of ghostly blue magic light rose, an abyssal rift tore open within the circle. The next instant, a massive black shadow stepped out.

The moment the Nightmare King appeared, the ground trembled slightly, and the elements in the air were thrown into chaos.

Dana jolted when he saw what had arrived. "It... got a lot bigger!"

The Nightmare King now stood more than a meter taller than Dana, its body as sturdy as steel.

Its flame-like mane billowed in the wind, while its body stretched beyond seven meters. Abyssal hellfire flowed across its surface like a dark river in the night, radiating an oppressive presence.

"Looks like it has already crossed the threshold of a Level 5 Magical Beast." Ang observed it as he