Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
The sky above the Ancient Capital of Xi’jing had completely swallowed the final remnants of natural daylight. Not a single ray of sunlight could pierce through the suffocating, grim layer of clouds. Instead, a torrential downpour of deep crimson, as thick and viscous as fresh blood, lashed relentlessly from the highest heavens down to the earth below. Heavy raindrops hammered against the reinforced glass of the magical transport with a harsh, frantic rattle—sounding precisely like countless sharp fingernails clawing and scratching at the human psyche, instilling a profound, chilling unease.
A sickening, metallic stench of fresh blood blended seamlessly with a stagnant, suffocating aura of death. It bled through the high-pressure air filtration system, slithering into every corner of the passenger cabin. A thick, blood-red mist hung over the landscape, reducing the view from above into a hazy, murky blur. Not a single living soul or familiar city light could be discerned through the opaque crimson veil.
Inside the cockpit of the God-Roc Transport—a state-of-the-art magical warship reserved exclusively for the garrison military—the situation was critical to the extreme. Instrument panels flashed frantically with glaring red warning lights. The magical jet engines on both wings emitted intermittent, deep, and raspy roars.
“Report! Engine number one has suffered severe corrosion from the acid in the blood rain! Rotor speed has suddenly dropped by thirty percent!”