Amon's footsteps suddenly froze in the passageway.
An invisible pressure washed over him like a tide, and he quietly withdrew the Spirit Word: Bloodline Web he had spread.
Although, given his mental resilience, there should have been nothing in this Dragon Raja world for him to fear, clashing mentally with an awakened Dragon King was hardly a wise choice.
Even if he would ultimately win on the scale of eternity, he would still be suppressed in the short term.
At the same time, Mai Sakatoku pressed a hand to her pounding chest. Something suffocating seemed to lurk within the deep, shadowy passage ahead.
"Do any of you feel—" one team member began hesitantly. "Like the air is getting hot?"
"So it wasn't just me!" Another wiped at his forehead. "The farther we go, the hotter it gets."
A deafening roar suddenly tore through the silence, and the entire passage shook violently.
The moment Constantine hatched, he had eagerly set out to find his brother, but he had gone the wrong way. He and Lao Tang had not taken the same route leading outside.
"Hey, handsome," Mai Sakatoku said, turning to ask for his opinion. "About the current situation—"
Her voice cut off abruptly. There was no one behind her. The figure who always wore that mysterious smile had vanished without a trace.
Could it be that upgraded version of the Spirit Word: Ghost again?
But when she looked farther back, she saw a retreating figure at the end of the passage, nearly out of sight.
Amon had already run off!
Of course he had to run—only a lunatic would face Constantine head-on in such a cramped space.
That would be like colliding headfirst with a moving sun!
Blazing firelight was already spilling around the corner, accompanied by a terrifying pressure,