The runes on the door flickered.
Ian's gaze sharpened, and he temporarily suppressed the pity and curiosity in his heart. The priority was to find Newt and uncover the truth. He took a deep breath and raised his wand again, preparing to cast a large-scale, nonlethal binding spell to temporarily restrain these three Ancient Spirits driven mad by pain before deciding what to do next.
However, just as his magic began to gather—
"Boom..."
An incomparably dull tremor, as though it had risen from the depths of the earth itself and carried endless antiquity and majesty, suddenly surged up from beneath their feet and instantly spread throughout the entire deeper-level prison!
Whether it was the Sandstorm Ancient Spirit, the Swamp Worm, or the Black Sludge that continuously created illusions, all three abruptly froze at that moment, their attacks came to an abrupt halt. Their chaotic, violent auras seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand and instantly withdrew. Even their massive bodies began to tremble slightly, and that trembling carried a fear far greater than anything they had shown when facing Ian...
Even Ian felt his heart jolt at the sudden tremor. An indescribably heavy pressure appeared from nowhere, shrouding the surroundings.
He spun around, his gaze sharp as a blade as he stared fixedly at the enormous door.
The tremor... seemed to have come from behind it.
Had the "important figure" the blind man mentioned... awakened?
That dull tremor from the depths of the earth was like the beating of some ancient war drum. Not only did it make the three Ancient Spirits freeze and tremble in fear, it also put Ian on alert. The existence behind the door possessed such overwhelming might that merely showing signs of awakening was enough for Ian to sense it!
"What