Suddenly, Angie's expression turned ice-cold.
"Dragon Dominance."
The words left her lips like a divine decree.
Instantly, the shadows at her feet writhed.
They expanded outward in a violent bloom, inky tendrils snaking across the ground, swallowing grass, trees, even the light itself.
The world darkened in a blink, as if night had collapsed upon the earth.
Then boom.
A silent, crushing wave pulsed out.
The entire forest quivered.
Ten seconds later, the darkness snapped away like a sheet being yanked from the world.
Where there had been a clearing, stood a single figure, wobbling in the wreckage.
Shan Yifeng, bruised and bloodied, staggered forward. His robes were torn.
One of his sleeves hung by a thread, and his left arm bent slightly too far the wrong way. Cuts ran down his neck.
His breath came in sharp gasps, his chest hitching with every step.
She tried to kill me.
The thought crawled up like ice inside his spine.
