Now the blaring alarms had spread from the vicinity of the port in Zone C to every corner of the Chenxiao Fortress, their shrill wails sounding almost like screams.
Amid that terrifying din, a group of armored grenadiers preparing to reinforce the port stared in utter disbelief at the vortex that had appeared out of nowhere right in front of them just seconds earlier.
Then came a heart-pounding "Riiip—!", as if the toughest fabric had been torn apart by brute force.
At the vortex's origin, space was violently ripped open once more. Savage Chaos energy surged out like a broken dam, corroding and dissolving the nearby floor and walls!
Next, a hand wreathed in blue-green spiritual light thrust through the breach and clamped onto the "edge" of reality.
Then came another hand.
He exerted force with both hands and pulled them apart!
The rift in space tore open like a flimsy curtain, and Yu Lian stepped through. The edges of his uniform were slightly damaged, bearing marks as though some beast had gnawed at them. A hint of iridescence that seemed to belong to another dimension still clung to his hair, but it vanished the instant it touched the reality here.
His gaze was still relaxed and easygoing, and his manner remained leisurely and composed. The psionic energy surging around him had not weakened at all. If anything, it seemed to have been tempered by some force, becoming more concentrated—and more dangerous.
Of course, ordinary Imperial soldiers couldn't sense any of that.
All they saw was a young man in an Earthling uniform tear open a rift in the air before their eyes and arrive among them in a way that defied everything they knew.
Yes, that was exactly how the abyssal demons appeared in the Alliance's old-fashioned martial arts