Feng moved swiftly. Leaving the Elemental Tower, he rode a Griffin straight across the Human Race's border.
For someone as important as the editor-in-chief of the Elemental Forecast, a Teleportation Array had long since been set up along the Grasslands' boundary.
The Teleportation Array connected directly to the edge of the shaft. A few seconds of teleportation brought him to its mouth, where three human Archmages immediately came forward to greet him.
"How are things?" Despite keeping an eye on the projected images, he still felt uneasy. Standing at the mouth of the shaft now, he could clearly feel a terrifying pressure crushing his flesh. Only a Black Dragon could exert pressure this powerful.
He looked up. The dark clouds overhead had already fully condensed, forming a funnel-shaped black tornado that seemed poised to drill into the shaft, as though a dragon mark had been born.
This was elemental attraction. Only a sufficiently unusual constitution could alter the flow of the elemental tide and create such a funnel-shaped vortex.
The Black Dragon had evolved.
Feng could sense it. Only a mysterious dragon mark could possibly alter the course of the elements.
This was the power of dragons, baffling to other living beings.
"The dragon mark has appeared. Li Ziran has already crawled inside the Black Dragon's skull. Judging by the current situation, the dragon mark may continue growing for some time," an Archmage quickly explained. "The elemental vortex here isn't very pronounced yet. Editor-in-chief, you're a Title Magister too. You can sense the elements from the rainforest, the Grasslands, and the Wasteland gathering here. A larger elemental vortex will soon take shape."
Feng looked grim. Whether the Black Dragon grew stronger had little to do with him. What he could least bear to see was Li Ziran's success.
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