A crimson curtain woven from bullet rain enveloped Constantine. Though Frigg Bullets could not truly harm him, they were like countless irritating bee stings, severely hindering his movements.
Rage gathered in his eyes, but a deeper fear rose from his heart—his brother had not come.
Whenever he had faced danger before, that dark figure had always torn through the skies to shield him firmly behind his back. But not tonight.
The only possible explanation made Constantine's heart clench—his brother was in trouble too, unable to break free.
His brother was in danger!
The thought blazed through his mind like wildfire. He threw back his head, and ancient Dragon Script spilled from his throat, echoing through the night with the majesty of a Monarch.
"Not good!" Chu Zihang's pupils contracted sharply. He knew that chant all too well.
Spirit Word: Flame of the Monarch.
Blazing streams of fire burst forth from the void, tearing a molten-gold gash through the night sky. Waves of flame rolled and devoured the air, as though they would reduce the entire world to ashes.
The students retreated somewhat awkwardly beneath the heat wave, but fortunately, they had kept a safe distance and no one was injured.
"Cease fire." A voice pierced through the flames.
At the same time, a dark figure cleaved through the curtain of fire like scissors cutting through burning cloth. A flash of blade light vanished in an instant.
Constantine instinctively raised his arm to block, only to feel a chill run through his left arm before it dangled limply at his side. Before the pain could reach him, the flesh on his forehead split open, and a third crimson-gold eye snapped open, reflecting the cold, stern face of the newcomer.
Angers, the legendary dragon slayer, had finally made his move. Under the