Chapter 28: Disaster Strikes

Zhang Chenran, who had just laid down, sat up instantly and looked out the window with a serious expression.

Drop! Drop! Drop! Drop! Drop!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy rain began pouring down, and the vibrations around him grew faster and stronger.

Suddenly, the frequency of the vibrations seemed to decrease slightly. Zhang Chenran stretched out his left hand, and dark matter instantly formed into a dark bow. With his right hand, he held three dark arrows, aiming outside the window.

A huge black shadow patrolled the old house. It seemed to smell something and lowered its hideous head to investigate.

Unfortunately for it, three dark arrows were waiting.

The dark arrows passed through the space without making any sound. When the window shattered, the hideous head had disappeared, becoming unrecognizable.

In just a moment, the darkness swallowed up the huge pupil and half of the one-eyed demon wolf's head.

"The damage has been increased by more than one level. It's not a problem to kill the one-eyed demon wolf instantly," Zhang Chenran noted as he walked out of the dark house.

This one-eyed demon wolf was unlucky, becoming a test subject just after he broke through to the intermediate level.

However, Zhang Chenran's mind wasn't on this.

One after another, slightly blurred figures in the rainy night flew through the woods. Perhaps the bloody smell of their companions attracted them, or their keen sense of smell detected something unusual.

They stopped one after another, their hideous heads and scarlet eyes turning in one direction.

"Why are these beasts here?" Zhang Chenran's face was solemn.

The darkness told him there were no fewer than ten one-eyed demon wolves within a hundred meters. Beyond that, there were at least hundreds more!

"Awoooo!!!!"

A wolf howl attracted all the one-eyed demon wolves around, signaling an attack.

The one-eyed demon wolves seemed to receive some powerful amplification. Their speed was now on a completely different level, not comparable to the one-eyed demon wolves outside the city.

"We have to deal with these beasts before we can figure out the situation. It's just right; I'll use you as a training ground," Zhang Chenran muttered.

He walked on the soft, moist soil, the raindrops from the air not falling on him. Not even a single drop.

Upon closer inspection, there was an imperceptible black barrier above his head, protecting him from the rain.

"Awoooo!!!!"

When five or six one-eyed demon wolves rushed within ten meters of him, huge nails instantly appeared in the rainy night.

They emerged silently, unnoticed even by the sharp senses of the one-eyed demon wolves. The huge dark nails pierced through the one-eyed demon wolves, stopping their movements instantly.

At that moment, it seemed as if time stood still for the one-eyed demon wolves and Zhang Chenran, with only the heavy rain washing over everything.

Several pools of black matter crawled out of Zhang Chenran's shadow. They slowly enveloped the heads of the one-eyed demon wolves, whose fearful eyes watched as they were swallowed by the darkness.

Zhang Chenran took slow steps, his figure merging into the dark forest. A slight snap of his fingers echoed in the woods. The next moment, the restrained one-eyed demon wolves were engulfed by darkness, leaving them unrecognizable. The darkness swallowed not only their eyes and heads but also their souls.

Initially, Zhang Chenran had to slowly erode the life of a one-eyed demon wolf before delivering a final blow. After breaking through to the intermediate level, this was no longer necessary. The dark matter's materialized form could easily kill the fierce one-eyed demon wolves.

The generals and below could no longer pose a threat to him.

Zhang Chenran lurked in the dark forest, waiting. In his dark spiritual world, the forty-nine stars in the shadow nebula lay quietly, ready to obey his commands at any moment. As long as Zhang Chenran willed it, he could use intermediate shadow magic.

After nearly half a minute, most of the missing magic energy in the shadow nebula was restored to its best state. Zhang Chenran slowly opened his eyes, a touch of darkness flashing across them.

Tonight, this lush forest would be dyed red—by rain, blood, and a bloody warning representing disaster.

...

After killing the one-eyed demon wolves and giant-eyed fishy rats along the way, Zhang Chenran walked through the woods. He saw huge demons running in the city and heard heart-pounding roars.

This was a residential area with low-rise buildings, old concrete streets, and a vegetable market with bright red blood flowing. This city in the rain was rendered in blood—a striking blood red!

"Woooo..."

For the first time since coming to this world, Zhang Chenran felt true fear. The dark perception in his body warned him: Don't provoke it! Even as a mid-level mage powerful enough to kill one-eyed demon wolves at will, he couldn't muster the courage to fight this behemoth. Fear took hold, causing him to tremble.

The dome of the Silver Trade Building was visible from all locations in Bo City. A huge creature lay atop the highest point of Bo City, visible to everyone.

What happened? How did this city become like this in less than one night?

In such a disaster, the only option was to escape to Anjie. Only there could one survive. But he couldn't leave.

Amidst his trembling fear, a soul ripple spread within his dark spiritual world, undetected even by him. The fear in Zhang Chenran's eyes gradually faded, replaced by unprecedented perseverance, tinged with disdain that didn't seem to belong to him.

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Chenran's eyes flashed with deep darkness.

"That creature should be a commander-level demon above the general. It's not something I can deal with, but I don't need to. Someone else will handle it," he said, taking a deep breath and looking at his dark power.

"Now, I'm not afraid of any general. Even if I can't win, creatures below the commander level can't stop me!"

A voice deep in his soul pulled his thoughts toward battle. The demons in the city were not worthy of his fear, nor worthy of stepping on the territory that should belong to him. They didn't deserve it.