Deep within the headquarters of the Dark Organization, which resembled the lair of a sleeping behemoth, a suffocating surge of dark power erupted like a turbulent tide, carrying with it a mighty momentum intent on devouring everything in its path.
Lu Yao gripped Ma Lin’s hand tightly, her palms slick with sweat, feeling cold and sticky as if she were holding a block of cold iron. This dark power was unprecedented in its strength and terror.
Master Yanyang was uncharacteristically calm; instead of rushing into the fray as he usually did, he sat cross-legged, forming hand seals and chanting under his breath. Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead as the speed of his hand seals grew increasingly frantic. His eyes remained fixed on every subtle shift of the runes in the formation, and though his lips trembled slightly, he continued chanting with unwavering resolve, terrified that the formation might suffer the slightest flaw.
Chapter 45