The tide of Acid Breath came to an end.
Little Blackie raised its neck, instinctively wanting to let out a Dragon Roar.
Its throat moved, yet not a single sound emerged.
Seventh-order silence was indeed something else.
Folding its membranous wings, Little Blackie charged toward the entrance of a waiting area below.
Its enormous body was utterly disproportionate to the narrow square entrance.
"Smack!"
Just before the collision, Little Blackie transformed back into human form and swiftly slipped into the waiting area.
Walking into the passageway toward the terrified crowd, it quickly blended in among them.
Several Legendary experts pursuing it from behind had no choice but to stop.
There were more important matters awaiting them.
Over ten thousand Great City Garrison soldiers entered holding signs that read "Wait Quietly," maintaining order.
They sealed every entrance and exit to the stands.
The arena below was the same, with Garrison soldiers stationed there to direct the crowds and suppress the panic.
Yet the passageways within the city remained a complete mess.
Countless people streamed through them, trying to find a way out.
But the outcome had long been decided.
As a carefully arranged trap, how could it possibly leave behind an obvious flaw?
Amid the packed crowd in the passageway, Zong Shen moved against the flow.
He carried [Azzinoth Demon-Slaying Warblade (Gold)] on his back, holding only [Moonwolf's Fang (Inherited Tier II)] and a [Communication Crystal].
At that moment, the [Communication Crystal] emitted a gentle glow. Little Blackie's voice came from within, mingling with the surrounding clamor.
With real-time communication, master and servant soon met up in a passageway.
"Master!"
"The prince has been abducted."
Little Blackie's human form this time had a murderous look all over its face.
The master and servant's suspicious appearance made the other contestants in the