A Summoning That Could Not Succeed

Night soon descended.

As darkness enveloped the entire North American Continent, the temperature dropped sharply almost instantly, making even the night wind feel piercingly cold.

Above the Night Sky, there were neither stars nor moon. Only the halo that seemed to exist eternally remained suspended high in the sky like a brand, giving one the feeling that merely staring at it might cause one's soul to be sucked inside.

"Fou!"

On the hilltop, Fou stood at the edge of the cliff and let out a melodious cry toward the great halo in the sky. It was impossible to tell whether he was thanking it for providing such rare light or complaining about its soul-stirring presence.

Seeing Fou like this, Mashu, holding her heavy shield, could not help relaxing her expression. Immediately afterward, she tensed up again and continued keeping watch over the surroundings.

As for Luo Zhen, he was in a small grove on the hill.

"Hum!"

Amid the atmosphere's buzzing resonance, Luo Zhen poured a tremendous amount of magical energy into the ground before him.

Ever since his Mind's Eye had reached the divine realm, Luo Zhen had rarely used such an enormous amount of magical energy all at once.

Yet at this moment, Luo Zhen squandered the vast reserves of magical energy without hesitation, allowing them to stir the Great Source and transform into torrents of surging magical energy that poured into the space before him.

Looking closely, one could see that an intricate Magic Circle had been drawn there.

If the people in Chaldea were here, they would certainly recognize this Magic Circle at a glance.

Because this was precisely the Magic Circle for Heroic Spirit Summoning.

Luo Zhen was actually relying on his own abilities to attempt a mystery such as Heroic Spirit Summoning.

Thus, supported