The King of Black Fog

Before the others could continue questioning, the blind man continued as if reading from a script:

"In a hundred breaths, countless stones will rain into the cave, and all four standing at the cave entrance shall perish."

The four followers of the child shuddered, their facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"The Black Flame Dragon shields the stones with its wings; at the one hundred and first breath, the second and third stone attacks are also blocked by the dragon's wings."

"At the one hundred and third breath, two ice corpses... no, two ice figures as tall as the Black Flame Dragon walk in—"

"What kind of ice figures?" the child shouted.

"People made of ice. Do not interrupt me." The golden-eyed seer quickly scanned the cave, as if witnessing a battle firsthand, "Dragon Flame destroys the ice people; on the ground, small ice figures launch a sneak attack; Black Flame Dragon..."

The seer paused, and the Black Flame Dragon frowned.

"...fortunately," the seer breathed a sigh of relief, though his golden eyes remained indifferent, "the Ice Sword Lady blocked the small ice people."

In the next moment, he suddenly spoke with difficulty: "At the one hundred and twentieth breath...we all died."

"What?"

"How did we suddenly die? Did you see clearly?"

"Darkness." The seer strained to see, and a hint of vitality appeared in his cold golden eyes, "In the darkness, there was 'darkness'. A black spear killed us all!"

"The corner!" he suddenly turned, "There are still living small ice figures in the corner!"

Everyone hurriedly moved away from the corners and stood ready, but in the breathtaking green light, there were no shadows in the corners, and they realized that the seer was speaking of the future.

"Go!" the Black Flame Dragon commanded decisively.

His body fell to the ground, transforming midway into the Black Flame Dragon, and everyone quickly jumped into the basket.

The dragon claws gripped the basket, and the Black Flame Dragon's wings struck the ground violently, heading towards the cave entrance.

The basket dragged along the ground, sinking slightly as it left the entrance; the Black Flame Dragon didn't resist the weight, instead, he gently flapped his wings, maintaining a speed ready to ascend at any moment.

"Gula!" the Black Flame Dragon shouted.

The golden-eyed seer looked around: "In one hundred and two breaths, a black box falls to the right, far from us, and a black hand throws boulders at us from behind the box...hit!"

The Black Flame Dragon's wings flapped once, veering to the right.

He clung to the ice wall, closed his burning eyes, his body blending into the darkness, his mouth silently tearing open, aiming upwards, resembling the muzzle of a cannon.

"No good!" The golden-eyed seer watched above as well, "The Dragon Flame melted the boulders and ice figures but couldn't fully melt the black spear! We were killed!"

The Black Flame Dragon pushed off the ice wall with his limbs, his body diving towards the Abyss.

"They're catching up!" The golden-eyed seer fixated on the rear, "The aerial battle... it's no good! They keep attacking from a distance, we'll fall!"

He clutched the basket tightly, as if already in the future, struck down by boulders.

"What about me?!" the child grabbed the seer's collar, "Didn't I make a move?"

"The enemy, the enemy hasn't appeared, always hiding in the shadows." The golden-eyed seer's tone was no longer composed, edging into despair.

In this brief moment, he had witnessed his own death countless times.

"This won't do!" the Ice Sword Lady said sternly, "Black Flame Dragon, create a labyrinth!"

Boom! The wings struck the air fiercely, the Black Flame Dragon hovered, aiming at the ice wall, spewing Dragon Flame.

Whoosh!!

Roaring flames like blue floods, dissolving the hard ice wall in an instant; the Black Flame Dragon charged in, spewing Dragon Flame as he constantly changed directions.

Sometimes, the Dragon Flame had already carved out a long tunnel, only for him to suddenly take another path.

Sometimes, circling around, the tunnel became an '8', and he would abruptly burst out from one point of the '8', vanishing from the loop.

Not to mention others, even the Black Flame Dragon itself could not remember such a complex route.

But he didn't need to remember it.

For other adventurers, the virtually indestructible compact ice was no different than air to him; after a few more attempts, exiting was simple.

"Gula, how about now?" asked the Ice Sword.

The golden-eyed seer looked around: "They didn't catch up."

The child's four followers noticeably sighed in relief.

The Black Flame Dragon slowly beat his wings downward, stopping as he landed, reverting to his half-dragon form.

He glanced down at his body, confirming the extent of his transformation hadn't deepened, and breathed a sigh of relief like the others.

The seer also closed his eyes again, feeling a slight unease as he did, like a fine layer of snow had been sprinkled on the originally smooth ice.

The golden eyes faintly, seemingly dissatisfied with the act of closing.

"Who could it be? How do they know our position?" The Black Flame Dragon was somewhat agitated.

"The enemy never showed." Without witnessing death, the seer's internal panic eased a bit.

The child whispered menacingly, "Another mouse afraid to appear before me!"

"Forget it," the Black Flame Dragon said deeply, "finding 'The Eye Never Sleeps' is our next task. Gula, keep an eye on the surroundings while I catch my breath before moving on."

The seer opened his eyes again, and as the lids parted slightly, the golden pupil eagerly sank, peering through the gap, as if someone were lying on the ground watching the world through a door crack.

The golden pupil hungrily licked the surroundings with its sight.

The seer saw that the Black Flame Dragon, who had just said he needed to catch his breath, suddenly transformed back into dragon form as they planned to leave the cave—the future's vision engulfed him.

Three breaths later, he closed his eyes.

Ten breaths later, he opened them again.

Going through this cycle three times, the Black Flame Dragon lay on the ground, turning back into a half-dragon, but the ground presented a true black dragon with burning eyes.