The New Era Arrives: Giant World

Chapter 268 New Power 9

However, just as everyone was still immersed in the hard-won and exhilarating joy of victory, a sudden and extremely violent tremor swept in without warning! The earth seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and began to tremble wildly, making it difficult for people to even stand on their own two feet.

Where the demon lord had fallen with a crash, a massive, bottomless rift had suddenly appeared. This rift, like a monstrous maw, continuously spewed forth billowing black smoke and a pungent stench of sulfur. Simultaneously, from the depths of that dark fissure, an extremely evil, ancient, and mysterious aura surged forth like a burst dam, instantly filling the entire space.

Everyone present stared in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief as they all turned their gazes to the eerie rift. Just then, a mysterious rune, emitting a faint purple glow, rose slowly from the endless abyss of darkness, like a ghost. This rune flickered with an eerie light, its lines intricate and interwoven, seemingly containing some profound and unfathomable magic.

"Not good! This...this is actually a demon summoning rune!" The archmage, who had been silent and standing like a statue, turned ashen-faced upon seeing the mysterious and eerie rune. His once relaxed brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep furrow, and veins bulged on his forehead, revealing his extreme shock and unease.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the summoning rune shimmering with a dark red light. His lips trembled slightly as he shouted in a tone heavier than ever before, "I fear an even more powerful and terrifying being is about to descend upon this place! A new and fierce battle is inevitable!"

Upon hearing the archmage's words, Shadowmoon and the boy's hearts sank. They exchanged a glance, then gripped their weapons without hesitation, their expressions turning serious once more. Shadowmoon held her incredibly sharp longsword tightly, its blade reflecting a chilling gleam in the sunlight; the boy wielded a massive spiked club, covered in sharp spikes, exuding an aura of power.

At the same time, the adorable little elves keenly sensed the urgency of the situation. The previously relaxed and joyful atmosphere, filled with laughter, vanished instantly, replaced by faces etched with tension and fear. Like flowers blown down by a sudden gust of cold wind, the elves quickly huddled together, clinging tightly to one another, as if only in this way could they draw warmth and courage from their companions to resist the ever-approaching threat.

The great mage took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within him and regain his composure as quickly as possible. His slightly trembling right hand slowly rose, as if lifting a thousand-pound weight, and once again raised the wand inlaid with dazzling gems high. He closed his eyes tightly and began to chant softly, an ancient and mysterious incantation, like a call from the distant past.

As the archmage's deep chanting began, an incredibly powerful surge of magical energy rippled outwards from the tip of his wand, spreading at an astonishing speed. Wherever this magical energy passed, the air seemed to thicken, and the surrounding scenery distorted and warped. Gradually, this magical energy enveloped the entire area, forming a faint, shimmering shield.

Just then, a deep roar echoed from the dark, deep rift. Immediately afterward, a gigantic, ferocious claw shot out, its sharp nails gleaming with a chilling light in the dim glow. Then, a demon several times larger than the previous demon lord slowly crawled out of the rift. This newly appeared demon's body was as majestic as a small hill, its entire body covered in a thick layer of tightly connected black scales, like an indestructible armor. Its blood-red eyes flashed with a cold, merciless light, seemingly capable of piercing through any obstacle and striking straight into the depths of one's soul.