Transmigrating into a dragon clan experimental subject, is that even possible?

Lu Mingfei jumped off the plane, his neck hunched, shivering in the cold wind: "Damn it, this is colder than the Arctic. Why did they have to choose such a godforsaken place to cause trouble?"

Tian glanced at him and said coldly, "Dragon clan ruins are often located in extreme environments, which can both defend against invasion and enhance energy resonance. If you want to survive, stop talking nonsense."

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard, tightened his winter coat, and muttered under his breath, gripping the short knife: "You think I want this...?"

Chu Zihang observed the terrain for a while, then pointed to a narrow ice path ahead: "The secret police might be up ahead. The terrain here is complicated, be careful of ambushes. Mingfei, you stay behind me."

"I'm back again..." Lu Mingfei complained softly, but still obediently stood behind Chu Zihang.

The team slowly advanced along the ice path. The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and a deep, dragon-like roar could be faintly heard in the air, as if the entire Crown of the Abyss was telling some kind of ancient lament.

Soon they arrived at an open area where huge dragon runes were carved into the ice, shimmering with a faint red light. At the center of the runes was a towering ice pillar, with a rune stone emitting a scarlet glow embedded in it. Energy fluctuations emanated from this point, soaring into the sky.

“This is the core node,” Tian said in a low voice, aiming the rune spear at the ice pillar. “Destroying this will destroy the entire formation.”

"Wait a minute." Chu Zihang raised his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. "The Secret Service can't be unprepared; this place is too quiet."

As soon as the words were spoken, black runes suddenly appeared on the surrounding ice walls, and an intense killing intent filled the air. A dozen members of the Camarilla, dressed in black robes, appeared from all directions, their runic weapons flashing with a scarlet light, their eyes filled with madness.

“Hounds, you’ve finally arrived,” a black-robed leader said coldly, his voice deep and icy. “Unfortunately, this will be your burial ground.”

Chu Zihang's gaze sharpened, and the Dragon Slayer was drawn, its blade shimmering with a bluish-green light. Without a word, he coldly said, "Make your move."

The Camarilla members launched the first attack, beams of fire and frost runes shooting from all directions, bombarding the squad. Caesar laughed, raising his rune sword high, which charged towards the enemy with a dazzling blue light: "Let me take you on!"

Lu Mingfei gripped his short knife tightly, following behind Chu Zihang, his eyes filled with tension. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Mingfei, block the right side," Chu Zihang said coldly, while simultaneously wielding the Dragon Cutter, splitting a member of the Secret Society who rushed forward in two.

"Huh? Okay!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, raised his short sword, and faced the enemy on his right. His movements were still clumsy, but every swing of the sword was with all his might, barely blocking the enemy's attack.

Tian stood before the ice pillar, his rune gun firing relentlessly, repelling each enemy that tried to approach. His gaze remained fixed on the rune stones on the ice pillar, and he muttered to himself, "Three minutes left..."

The Camarilla's black-robed leader raised his staff, and the incantation suddenly became rapid. A beam of black runic light shot out from the staff, heading straight for the sky.

Sensing the danger, Chu Zihang swiftly leaped in front of Tian, ​​unleashing a horizontal slash with his Dragon Slash, the emerald light forcefully blocking the pillar of light. However, the icy ground beneath his feet shattered from the impact, and he staggered back half a step.

"Focus on the mission, leave the rest to us." Chu Zihang said coldly, and with a light step, he transformed into a blur and rushed towards the black-robed leader.

The black-robed leader sneered as he raised his staff, clashing it against Chu Zihang's Dragon Slash, unleashing a dazzling burst of energy. Their battle instantly intensified, blade light and runes intertwining, each collision deafeningly powerful.

Caesar brandished his rune sword, blocking most of the enemies on the left, but there were too many of them, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "Heavens, you'd better hurry, we can't hold out for long!"

Tian did not respond. His fingers flew across the rune gun, and the muzzle gradually lit up with a dazzling blue light as energy rapidly accumulated.

"Mingfei, concentrate!" Tian suddenly shouted coldly.

Lu Mingfei was startled and looked up to find a man in black robes attacking him from the side. He hurriedly swung his sword to block, but the runic light on the short sword barely managed to block the attack, leaving his arm numb from the shock.

"Hold on, just one more minute!" Tian's voice echoed across the battlefield, tinged with urgency.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, raised his short knife, and charged at the enemy again. Although his movements were clumsy, the tension in his eyes was gradually replaced by stubbornness. He knew that this time, he could not fall.

Lu Mingfei's dagger sliced ​​through the air, leaving a faint blue glow. His wrist trembled slightly as he resisted the immense force. The black-robed enemy before him pressed closer, each strike carrying a deadly pressure that made it hard for him to breathe.

"Hold on!" Tian's voice came again from not far away, tinged with anxiety, "The energy is almost fully charged!"

"Damn it! Can you go any faster?" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and roared. He barely managed to block the enemy's runic staff, but he was knocked back several steps, leaving a long mark on the ice beneath his feet.

The man in black robes chuckled coldly, then suddenly swung his staff, the runes on it blazing brightly, unleashing a scorching flame that slashed directly at Lu Mingfei. The power of this attack left him no chance to dodge; as the flame hurtled towards him, his pupils contracted instantly.

"Mingfei!" Caesar shouted from the other side, but he was entangled with several enemies and could not break free at all.

Just as the flames were about to engulf Lu Mingfei, a surge of intense heat erupted from his body, and that familiar power from the abyss surged into his heart once more. His short sword instantly ignited with a dazzling blue light, runes swirling like meteors, covering the entire blade.

"Don't die!" A roar suddenly erupted from the depths of Lu Mingfei's heart, as if responding to this battle that was on the verge of certain death.

A sudden burst of blue light pierced the flames, and the short sword flashed with incredible speed, severing the opponent's runic staff in two. The black-robed man was stunned and hadn't even reacted when Lu Mingfei had already closed in, the short sword plunging into his chest.

"Don't underestimate me!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and roared, forcefully pulling out the short sword. The enemy's body fell, and the crimson rune light quickly dissipated.

The surrounding enemies were stunned by this scene and briefly stopped their attack. Lu Mingfei, panting heavily, looked up at the sky, his voice tinged with exhaustion but even more so with determination: "How much longer?"

"Ten seconds!" The rune gun was already full of energy, and the light from the muzzle was dazzling.

"Alright, then I'll hold out for another ten seconds!" Lu Mingfei's voice was more resolute than ever before. He gripped his short knife tightly, his eyes fixed on the black-robed men who were gradually closing in.

These members of the Secret Society clearly realized that Lu Mingfei's explosive power should not be underestimated, and their movements became more cautious. But Lu Mingfei took the initiative to rush forward, his short sword glowing blue as he drew sharp arcs, each strike precisely forcing the enemy back.

"Lu Mingfei, you've finally shown some humanity this time!" Caesar smiled as he watched this scene. He quickly seized the opportunity, swept his rune sword horizontally, and knocked back the two enemies.

Chu Zihang remained entangled with the black-robed leader, his Dragon Slash flashing like the wind, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly. The black-robed leader's gaze swept towards Lu Mingfei, a flash of incredulous anger crossing his eyes.

"How is this possible..." he hissed, "You're just a piece of trash, how could you possibly unleash such power?"

Lu Mingfei did not respond. His short sword once again sliced ​​through the air, shattering the shield of a black-robed man in front of him and kicking him to the ground.

"Mingfei, step back!" Tian's voice suddenly rang out, accompanied by a blinding blue light.

Lu Mingfei leaped backward swiftly, and blue light shot out from the rune spear in the sky, striking the rune stone on the ice pillar. A powerful energy shockwave instantly spread, covering the entire arena in dazzling light.

"Boom—" A deafening explosion rippled through the air, the runestone shattered completely, and the red energy receded like a receding tide. The black-robed leader roared in fury, but his incantation was abruptly interrupted, and the surrounding black-robed figures collapsed in the shockwave.

Chu Zihang seized the moment, and the Dragon Slash ignited with a bluish-green flame. With a horizontal slash, he split the black-robed leader's staff in two, forcing the opponent to stagger backward.