Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1976 - 1965: Divine Power Backlash

"How did it turn out like this?"He had clearly already seen the dawn of victory, but this sudden scene instantly slammed the Black Dragon down into Hell.

Right now it simply couldn't control the rampaging Divine Power at all, and could only watch helplessly as it charged toward the Dragon Crystal.

Not exactly good at using its brain, the Black Dragon was desperately wracking its brains at this life-and-death juncture.

At first, when it noticed the Divine Power going out of control, the Black Dragon thought it was the backlash caused by the Forbidden Spell failing.

But only now did it realize that wasn't the case at all.

If it were Forbidden Spell backlash, it should happen after the Divine Power broke through the node.

But as of now, the Divine Power hadn't even touched the node, the Forbidden Spell hadn't even been activated, so how could it be suffering backlash from the Forbidden Spell?

After ruling this out, the Black Dragon finally understood that the problem was with the Divine Power itself—it was the Divine Power that was backlashing against it, not the Forbidden Spell.

"But if it's my own Divine Power, why would it backlash against me?"

This was exactly what the Black Dragon was most puzzled about.

Power that belonged to oneself might be awkward to use, but it would never turn around and backlash against the user.

"Unless..."

The Black Dragon's brain spun at high speed, scenes from earlier flashing through its mind.

In the Star Sea, after being discovered by the primordial-element Divine Spirits, its Dragon Crystal had shattered and fallen into this world.

Later, with the help of the Divine Power, the broken Dragon Crystal began to gather together, and then it cast the Forbidden Spell.

"But in the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation, I clearly felt the Dragon Crystal had already been refined..."

Only now did the Black Dragon realize a question—why was it still alive?

Under the World Destroying Dragon Flame of the nine-element Ancestral Dragon Gods, its Dragon Crystal had disappeared; logically speaking, it shouldn't possibly still be alive.

Yet now, not only was it very much alive, its Dragon Crystal was completely intact, without the slightest sign of a crack.

"Don't tell me I felt wrong and the Dragon God didn't destroy my Dragon Crystal, but was actually repairing its injuries."

Suddenly thinking of this, the Black Dragon immediately shook its head.

If that were really the case, things like this wouldn't be happening now.

At this point not only was the Divine Power out of control, even the Dragon Crystal refused to obey, and was similarly in a state of violent tremor.

The Black Dragon tried to communicate with the Dragon Crystal, hoping it could pacify the rampaging Divine Power.

But not only did it fail to soothe it, it actually poured oil on the fire instead.

The Dragon Crystal started to become restless and agitated, giving the Black Dragon the illusion that in the very next second, the Dragon Crystal would explode from within.

"What is going on?"

A trace of despair couldn't help but surface in the Black Dragon's heart; that rampaging Divine Power was getting closer and closer to the Dragon Crystal, yet it was powerless.

"No!"

At last! The rampaging Divine Power slammed into the Dragon Crystal—but the next scene left the Black Dragon shocked and uncertain.

The Divine Power did not blow up the Dragon Crystal; instead, it melded into the Dragon Crystal as naturally as milk mixing with water.

"Looks like I was overthinking it."

The Black Dragon, having brushed past death, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Right at this moment, the Black Dragon instinctively let out a howl of pain, the kind of pain that brought back memories of the burning it had endured earlier in the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation.

"No!"

The Dragon Crystal that had just calmed down suddenly burst out with gorgeous multicolored light.

The colorful radiance, ethereal and shifting like the aurora, was like a veil fluttering in the wind, casting its dazzling, multi-hued brilliance onto every part of the Black Dragon's body.

But behind this beauty came immense agony for the Black Dragon.

The splendid, dreamlike light was like flickering flames, wantonly releasing light and heat—and searing pain.

This agony of being roasted in raging fire felt as though it came from the depths of its soul.

Its body, inside and out, was clearly unscathed, yet the Black Dragon was writhing on the ground, howling non-stop in pain.

...

"That idiot. You think I'd just stand here and wait for the Forbidden Spell to nuke me?"

Staring at the Magic Formation in front of him, Ning Fan felt a wave of smugness. He still hadn't sensed any spiritual lock-on, which proved the Forbidden Spell hadn't yet formed.

As long as he stepped onto the Magic Formation, he could fly free as a bird in the sky.

As for whether that Black Dragon would go crazy and chase him out—well, that was no longer within Ning Fan's scope of consideration.

Anyway, this was America: better that this poor daoist dies than that other daoist—no, scratch that, the other way around.

The people of America had long since gotten used to all kinds of persecution fantasies, always imagining they were getting attacked by aliens or running into all sorts of natural and man-made disasters.

A mere Black Dragon, given the toughness of American nerves, probably didn't even count for much.

"Who knows, they might even use it as material and shoot a blockbuster movie."

Suddenly thinking of this, a question popped into Ning Fan's mind: "Should I go to a film company and ask for copyright fees?"

Last time, when he rescued Alice, Ning Fan had accidentally exposed his figure, causing the citizens of New York City to start believing that Superheroes really existed in this world.

Back then, some film companies had already considered turning the incident into a movie.

And sure enough, the second time Ning Fan came to America, he unintentionally discovered that this movie had already been released, and supposedly its box office was pretty good.

The script of that movie was based on Flying Man as the prototype, and was connected to the strange celestial phenomenon that day.

Ning Fan didn't have time to go to the cinema for now, and he really was a bit curious what the movie would look like.

If it was good, Ning Fan wouldn't pursue the matter of infringement; if it was bad, he really couldn't guarantee he wouldn't beat the crap out of the crew.

"What nonsense am I thinking about? I should get out of here first."

Just as Ning Fan was about to step onto the Teleportation Magic Formation, the spot between his eyebrows suddenly started throbbing restlessly, as if warning that something bad was happening.

"Could there be danger?"

Staring at the Magic Formation in front of him, just as Ning Fan was hesitating, a shrill scream came from not far away.

"That's the Black Dragon's voice."

Ning Fan's eyes flickered, a hint of joy slowly surfacing between his brows as he asked in disbelief, "Could that thing have been hit by Forbidden Spell backlash?"

Aside from that, Ning Fan really couldn't think of why the Black Dragon, which had held the upper hand, would suddenly let out a pig-killing scream.

Ning Fan calmed himself down and carefully sensed the surroundings. The soothing wave that pacified the soul was gone, and he also didn't feel any spiritual lock-on.

The whole of Ryan Town was calm and peaceful, with not the slightest anomaly.

"Is this guy trying to fake me out?"

No sooner had that thought popped into his mind than another loud wail rang out.

Hearing the pain contained in that sound, Ning Fan finally confirmed that this Black Dragon had run into big trouble.

"Since that's the case... of course I'm going to kick him while he's down and mercilessly beat the drowning dog!"

Ning Fan let out a sly chuckle and turned away from the Teleportation Formation.

He didn't rush over at full speed; instead, he carefully approached the Black Dragon step by step, his spiritual power observing the surroundings at all times.

Better safe than sorry.

If he suddenly noticed something amiss, Ning Fan would immediately sprint back to the Teleportation Formation.

This Black Dragon might be a brainless brute, but by nature, it was actually quite treacherous.

As the distance between them steadily shrank, Ning Fan's expression gradually relaxed, though his eyes still held a strong wariness.

When he was less than five meters from the Black Dragon, all wariness faded from Ning Fan's eyes, replaced instead by utter confusion.

"What the hell is this? Did this lizard go crazy or something?"

At this moment, the Black Dragon was rolling back and forth in the sky-choking dust.