After suddenly realizing certain things that had yet to be verified,
Xiao Jun felt that he might be dragged into some major event by outsiders and meet an untimely death as a result.
Looking at the communicator constantly ringing in his hand, his expression turned somewhat troubled.
Even though he had his suspicions,
he ultimately did not dare rashly confirm the truth of the matter.
What if the contents of this call
were not the source of trouble, but the only chance of survival on his side?
Wouldn't it be terribly unfair if he died just because he had failed to answer it?
As he hesitated, caught in the dilemma of whether to answer or not,
the communicator in his hand
reacted more and more intensely, displaying the urgency of the person on the other end.
Even the teammates around him,
who had been intensely discussing the source of their unease, gradually shifted their gazes over.
They looked at him
with questioning eyes.
As though they were asking him something.
Faced with this situation,
Xiao Jun finally gritted his teeth and answered the incoming call in front of everyone.
Of course, because the communicator possessed the special function of a Primordial Spirit link, outsiders could not hear what he and the other party were discussing.
"I need your help."
Hearing that familiar voice raise the very concern he had been worrying about,
Xiao Jun, who felt that agreeing might truly drag him into some enormous trouble, had just been about to refuse.
But the other party continued of their own accord:
"Some of my teammates and I have recently been constantly feeling an extremely intense sense of unease... So I suspect that some existence is about to make a move against us. I need you to lend us a hand