Ye Shuli stared blankly at her employee ID photo, while the bronze fragment in Jiang Ye's hand oozed blood, suddenly blazing with a fierce crimson light.
A giant hand made of data pressed down, and everyone struggled as someone cast the Soul-Burning Secret Art, condensing the blood-red spells into twelve layers of Rakshasa Gates. A data-stream bone dragon reached out from a dimensional rift; they had been trapped in the recursive loop of the Prophet's coordinates for three full hours.
The blood-red spells condensed into twelve layers of Rakshasa Gates in the void, and bone dragons materialized from data streams reached out their sharp claws from every dimensional rift.
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