The monsters came flooding in.
As Fang Zheng took Nymph and charged toward the sky, countless monsters emerging from the vortex rushed straight at them. Facing them, Fang Zheng merely snorted. His figure flashed, and a series of rings of fire suddenly appeared around him, spreading in every direction. The monsters that touched those rings were almost instantly burned to ash.
This was not Fang Zheng's First Flame, but the Ring of Flame, the second shield ability he had unlocked after killing the phoenix, one of the Four Sacred Beasts. Once the Ring of Flame was activated, anything attempting to pass through it would suffer a scorching assault. At the monsters' current level, they were basically delivering themselves to the slaughter.
Without hesitation, Fang Zheng led the Little Angel forward, burning every monster blocking his path to ashes before plunging headfirst into the vortex.
"Beep-beep-----!"
The instant Fang Zheng stepped into the vortex, an alarm blared, and glaring crimson warning symbols immediately flashed before his eyes.
Fang Zheng merely glanced at them and paid them no mind.
"Nymph."
"Yes, Master."
The Little Angel following at Fang Zheng's side nodded, then raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The alarm was quickly disabled.
A system from some low-level civilization dared show off in front of the Little Angel? It must have had a death wish.
The two had now entered the vortex. In the next instant, Fang Zheng's vision flashed, and everything around him turned into a vast expanse of white. Yet Fang Zheng did not panic. He stopped and swept his gaze over the surroundings.
"Nymph, raise our permissions. Elevate our access level to the maximum."
"Yes, Master. Adjusting permissions... Adjustment complete."
As she spoke, the Little Angel stretched out her small hand and gently waved it before her.
"Crash!"