Su Yunwan stood at the edge of the training ground, her thoughts still immersed in those scenes from the past. She remembered the first time she had met Lin Ming—the quiet but remarkably resolute young man among the Death Squad recruits.
No one had imagined then that this seemingly ordinary boy would, in just a few short months, become someone who shook the entire Dragon Nation.
As she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt the sky darken. It was not the natural dimness of evening, but an oppressive gloom, as though some colossal being were drawing near.
A palpitating, almost tangible pressure spread through the air, making the True Essence within her seem to freeze solid.
Su Yunwan abruptly raised her head, her pupils contracting sharply!
On the horizon before South River Base City, vast masses of heavy dark clouds, like spilled ink, were wildly spreading and gathering toward the base city at a speed that defied all natural laws.
Faint golden arcs of lightning flickered within the clouds, radiating a terrifying aura that made even souls tremble.
"Enemy attack!!!"
Almost instinctively, Su Yunwan let out a piercing shout, her voice instantly carrying throughout the entire Death Squad camp.
She drew the standard-issue longsword at her waist and sprinted toward the city wall, issuing orders sharply as she ran. "All personnel, stay alert! Level-two alarm! No, level-one alarm! Sound the level-one alarm immediately!"
Her heart pounded like a war drum. She could feel that the pressure emanating from those clouds far surpassed any Mutated Beast she had encountered before. It was even ten, a hundred times more terrifying than the aura of the Eighth-Tier instructors she had sensed from afar at the Special Training Camp.
That was no ordinary Beast King. It was a legendary existence—a Beast Emperor!
Woooooo—!!!