Shi Feng had only just finished clicking in the system panel when the silver-white Abyssal Walker let out a dragon roar.
The tremendous sound was as if a real giant dragon stood right beside him.
Even the birds flying overhead were stunned by the furious roar, dropping from the sky one after another.
As the dragon roar rang out, the Abyssal Walker immediately broke free of Shi Feng's hand and flew into the air.
In the blink of an eye, the silver-white Abyssal Walker transformed into clusters of black mist that devoured the eleven sacrificed weapons.
As the weapons were devoured, Shi Feng heard the violent beating of a heart within the black mist, as if some ancient creature had awakened. A terrifying aura rushed toward him, and the lush grass around him withered along with it.
"Why is this pressure so much greater than before?" Shi Feng frowned slightly as he watched the black mist in midair. "Could the backlash be starting?"
Shi Feng had never seen what the backlash of a magic weapon was actually like.
In his previous life, players who had obtained magic weapons had never shared any information about this, and the only advice they gave was not to touch magic weapons.
The pressure before him was terrifying. If he could still move around easily under the pressure when it advanced to Level 25, then moving now was a luxury. He could only stand there and quietly watch everything unfold.
A moment later, the sound of the heartbeat grew louder and louder, while the black mist formed into a massive black heart. Centered around that black heart, a translucent phantom of a black dragon appeared.
The black dragon's blood-red eyes quietly looked down at Shi Feng, revealing a trace of humanlike mockery. Then, as it