In the sweltering heat of the supreme forging room, the moment Shi Feng clicked to complete the Abyssal's advancement, he felt the very space inside the room freeze solid.
The originally silver-gray blade lit up with pitch-black divine runes, and the black dragon coiled around the hilt suddenly cracked open its eyes — as if it had instantly become a living creature — and let out a thunderous roar.
ROAR!
The dragon's roar shook the entire forging room so violently it seemed on the verge of collapse. Terrifying pressure bore down like molten lead flooding the space, rendering everyone completely immobile.
"How is it this strong?"
Shi Feng stared at the Abyssal hovering in midair, a trace of fear creeping through him. Compared to previous advancements, this one was clearly different — the power was vastly greater. If not for the forging room's own reinforcing magic array, he wouldn't have doubted for a second that the room would have crumbled from that roar.
At that moment, it wasn't just the supreme forging room. Every Zero Wing member learning forging techniques throughout the entire Blacksmith's Association had heard the dragon's roar and felt the room shudder. Then the horrifying pressure descended upon their bodies, leaving them utterly unable to move.
"What's going on? Why can't I move?"
Faced with the terrifying pressure, panic spread through the crowd. They could all feel the aura of death — as if a monstrous beast stood right beside them, its maw already gaping wide open.
As the pressure peaked, every second-tier NPC throughout the Blacksmith's Association collapsed to the ground. Only the patrolling third-tier NPCs could still stand, though their expressions were utterly grim — as if the Blacksmith's Association before them wasn't a building at all, but a living dragon.
After lasting a mere ten seconds, the pressure dissipated into nothing, and everything returned to normal.
Yet in the supreme forging room, Shi Feng's expression was ice-cold.
The supreme forging room was no longer the space it had been — it was as if he'd been instantly transported to another dimension. A bleak, gray world stretched in every direction, with nothing but the enormous magic array beneath his feet. Everything was steeped in deathly silence.
"So this is the Magic Artifact's backlash?" Shi Feng gazed at the pitch-black dragon standing before him, its body over ten meters tall. The dragon stared back at him in silence. Though it made no move, its terrifying aura made even the fifth-tier Countess Kitty Green seem like nothing by comparison.
A dragon! He was absolutely certain — the black dragon before him was the genuine article. Its body was far smaller than a normal dragon's, but the terrifying majesty it radiated was no weaker than any ordinary dragon's — perhaps even a few notches above.
"Human… body… give it to me!" The black dragon, its eyes blood-red, spoke in human tongue, staring at Shi Feng.
With that, the dragon lunged with its jaws wide open, its speed faster than lightning — faster than even teleportation. Even Shi Feng couldn't raise a defense against such a sudden attack.
"Is this the end?" Shi Feng's heart lurched.
But the black dragon froze less than ten centimeters from him.
At some unknown moment, silver-white chains had materialized around the black dragon's body, binding it tight.
"Damn this magic array!" The black dragon roared in fury, struggling to break free of the chains. But no matter how it resisted, the chains didn't budge an inch. Instead, the dragon's body continued to shrink as its power was sapped away.
When it had finally shrunk to roughly five or six meters, the chains vanished — and the black dragon's true stats materialized before his eyes.
Black Dragon King — Dragon — Lord — Level 50 — HP: 32,000,000 "What massive HP!" Shi Feng stared at the Black Dragon King's displayed stats and couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
A typical level 50 Lord had around ten million HP at most. A tanky one might reach fifteen million. But the Black Dragon King's HP was a full thirty-two million.
Before Shi Feng could even react, the Black Dragon King turned its gaze on him, a hint of madness blazing in its blood-red eyes. Without a second's hesitation, it pounced — its pitch-black scaled claw transforming into a streak of dark light that shot straight at him, its speed so great that even a third-tier Grand Lord would fall short.
"Human… food!"
With every step the Black Dragon King took, the ground cracked and crumbled beneath its feet. Its overwhelming power would likely put any third-tier Grand Lord of the same level to shame.