Chen Fei stood at the edge of the surging magma waves, his gaze sweeping across the familiar fire spirit space before him.
Compared to the relative calm when he had first entered this place, the air was now permeated by an invisible, heart-palpitating tension. Within the reach of his divine sense, countless fire spirit auras churned restlessly, like ripples spreading across a lake after a boulder had been thrown into it.
Several formidable consciousnesses coming from the direction of the high tower swept repeatedly across the entire space like searchlights.
Chen Fei could clearly sense that the atmosphere in this space had become drawn swords and bent bows.
Chen Fei withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and refocused on the towering crimson high tower, its surface flowing with magma runes.
Inside the tower, six scorching, vast Late Immortal Realm fire spirit auras, like the cores of furnaces, could be clearly distinguished, like six burning stars.
Further outside, dozens of somewhat weaker but equally pure Early and mid-stage Immortal Realm fire spirit auras encircled them layer upon layer like stellar rings guarding the stars.
Chen Fei did not use Void Shadow to conceal himself. His aura remained calm and undisturbed as his figure became a streak of purple-golden light, flying straight toward the high tower.
His target was clear, and he made no attempt to hide.
Chen Fei's utterly undisguised action was like dripping cold water into boiling oil, instantly detonating the vigilance within the high tower.
In an instant, dozens of blazing streams of light shot out from every part of the high tower and halted in midair outside it. Wave after wave of shocked, furious, and wary divine sense locked onto the approaching Chen Fei as though they had substance.
The high tower's defensive forces had been instantly alerted.