Standing in the crowd, Qian'er stroked his chin, remaining silent. He felt that the combination of 'mist' and 'mind-bending' seemed strangely familiar.
But… could it be possible?
Qian'er stroked his chin thoughtfully. Wasn't this combination similar to those ancient Spirit Beasts that Frostwind Lord encountered in the doomsday world before?
Could it really be because of his actions that those ancient Spirit Beasts survived to this day, and then evolved all the way from being ridiculed as useless by Professor Yong Xuehai to now being able to stump even True Kings?
Was this even possible?
Qian'er squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the dark mist not far away, his mind racing with various thoughts.
"Qian'er, are you alright?"
Before long, he heard the wary voice of his teacher, Du Xiyue, behind him.
"Huh? I'm fine, what's wrong?"
Puzzled by the question, Qian'er stood up and looked over, only to find that the professors from the Imperial Academy were all gathered together, isolating him and looking at him with vigilance.
Professor Du Xiyue craned her neck from within the crowd, her eyes filled with urgency.
Hearing his response, they carefully scrutinized his eyes, and only after confirming that he had not been bewitched or that anything else had happened did they breathe a sigh of relief.
Qian'er had no idea how frightening his actions had been in their eyes.
These professors were all seasoned veterans, and their combat experience was naturally beyond reproach. After comparing the various characteristics of the Spirit Beasts entering the mist, they immediately understood that this mist probably had the ability to bewitch people's minds.
And Qian'er was squatting by the mist, saying nothing, just staring blankly at the mist. Who could stand that? Especially considering Qian'er's combat power. Although his level was lower than theirs, they couldn't beat True Kings. If they were to fight, none of them, except for the Dean, would be his opponent.
Moreover, it was impossible for the Dean to go all out against Qian'er. He was the hope for the future of humanity, a treasure. What if he accidentally broke him?
While they were worried, Professor Du Xiyue, who was the most familiar with Qian'er among the group, was the first to ask.
The final result was good, a false alarm, which relieved everyone.
"Dean, staying here like this isn't a solution. The mist is gradually spreading inward. Before long, we'll all have to enter the mist."
A gaunt old man said to the Dean.
"Yes, that's right. We can't just sit here and wait for death."
The Dean nodded. The Scarlet Gold Flood Dragon behind him snorted, its back burning with raging flames, bringing a patch of light to the mist.
"My Spirit Beast, the Tremor Nightmare Elephant, has extremely outstanding special defense and also has the ability to dispel illusions. In this situation, it can definitely hold on for a while longer and bring back more information."
"If the Tremor Nightmare Elephant also loses control, Dean, you must immediately have your Spirit Beast attack the Tremor Nightmare Elephant and knock it unconscious."
Seeing that the Dean intended to have his Spirit Beast enter the mist, the gaunt old man quickly stopped him.
After all, the Dean was the only True King-level Spirit Master here. If something happened to him, he wouldn't feel confident relying on Qian'er, a young man.
So, at this time, he was prepared to take the risk himself, at least to preserve the Dean's strength.
After saying that, he opened his Spirit Beast Space, and a giant elephant, tens of meters tall, that wouldn't look out of place as a monster in the neighboring Ultraman series, walked out.
This giant elephant was dark cyan in color, covered in scales. On the scales were mysterious patterns. These patterns seemed to have a soul-stirring power. Qian'er felt a slight dizziness in his brain after looking at them a few times.
The mist that enveloped everyone's heads was torn apart by the Tremor Nightmare Elephant in an instant, but it quickly regrouped. The Tremor Nightmare Elephant's body swayed twice, as if a mountain was shaking. In the crowd, several professors were preparing to have their Spirit Beasts support the Tremor Nightmare Elephant, after all, it wouldn't be a joke if this big guy fell down.
"How is it, can you still hold on?"
The gaunt old man shouted at the Tremor Nightmare Elephant, straining his voice.
"Ooo! ! !"
The Tremor Nightmare Elephant's ethereal and high-pitched roar traveled far into the mist. It was responding to the gaunt old man.
"Very good, now walk around and if you find anything, notify me immediately!"
The gaunt old man was overjoyed and quickly said to the Tremor Nightmare Elephant through the Spirit Beast Contract.
The previous inquiry was a test to see if the Tremor Nightmare Elephant's mind had been controlled.
Now, it was still alright. At least things were going according to his plan. High special defense or Spirit Beasts that could counter Nightmare-type Spirit Beasts would not be controlled here.
At least, not immediately controlled.
The Tremor Nightmare Elephant strode around on its thick elephant legs, trying to find something unusual, but unfortunately, even after searching around, it still found nothing.
The longer it stayed in the mist, the more blurred its consciousness felt.
"Roar! ! !"
Finally, it staggered, almost falling to the ground like a collapsing mountain.
But just as it was about to fall, it stopped and regained its balance. But this time, it let out a rapid low roar.
It sensed that something was wrong with itself, as if it was no longer itself.
"Tremor Nightmare Elephant, come back quickly!"
After decades of being a Spirit Beast and a Spirit Master, the connection between them allowed him to not hesitate and immediately want to recall his Spirit Beast.
But the ever-victorious Spirit Beast Contract lost its effect at this moment. No matter how he called out, he couldn't shake the Tremor Nightmare Elephant's intentions.
It still strode forward, heading towards the depths of the mist.
"Dean!"
This time, the gaunt old man couldn't help but turn his head and let out a low roar towards the Director.
"Everyone, step back."
Having been prepared for this, the Dean waved to everyone, and the others immediately made way.
"Scarlet Gold Flood Dragon, Flame Impact."
Looking at the Tremor Nightmare Elephant, which was like a walking mountain, the Dean had no intention of being careless. He went all out from the start.
The damage of the Flame Impact skill was not high, but it was extremely suitable for Spirit Beasts of the horse family.
When the skill was activated, the Scarlet Gold Flood Dragon turned into a ball of fire and rushed to the Tremor Nightmare Elephant's feet. It ran in the fire, and its speed was further enhanced by the continuous high speed.
The power of this skill was not great, but the main requirement was not to use this skill to fight, but to increase the speed.
The Scarlet Gold Flood Dragon dodged and weaved under the Tremor Nightmare Elephant's feet, annoying the Tremor Nightmare Elephant so much that it didn't know what to do.
Under the Scarlet Gold Flood Dragon's teasing, the Tremor Nightmare Elephant quickly tangled its four legs and was knocked to the ground by the playful Scarlet Gold Flood Dragon.
The gaunt old man immediately stepped forward and put his finger on the Tremor Nightmare Elephant's brow.
Although the Tremor Nightmare Elephant said before that it didn't see anything unusual, the gaunt old man couldn't say for sure whether the Tremor Nightmare Elephant he spoke to before was sober or not.
