By now, ten thousand times as many arcs of electric light were dancing back and forth on the brain of true spirit Night.
At the same time, the brain began to twitch. Bursting howls could be heard echoing in from outside, howls that shook the mind.
Meng Hao's face flickered as an intense sensation of grave crisis appeared inside of him. He could sense terrifying fluctuations, and an aura that seemed capable of destroying him in a single explosive burst.
Numbness washed over his scalp as, without hesitation, he put the copper mirror away and then flew at the highest speed possible toward the exit passage.
The passage had once seemed to be a deep pit, but because of the aura of awakening Night, it had changed dramatically. It was moving, wriggling, as if the passageway was actually some part of the body of true spirit Night!
