The Death Witch controlled "Tool Man 1," and her words were an obvious provocation.
Yet the real target paid her no heed. Still like a ghost lurking in the background with no sense of presence, he stood beside Tu Ge and leafed through the notebook.
Whatever Tu Ge read, he read as well, accommodating him to the utmost.
Not only the Death Witch—even the Blood Demon and Wan Liuhua had not expected Ronan, who had always been eccentric, especially sensitive where family matters were concerned, and had clearly come here earlier ready for a major confrontation, to remain so composed.
And it was not merely an outward appearance.
The elevator lobby they occupied was roughly thirty square meters, which counted as fairly spacious aboard the cruise ship. But with five Extraordinary Species... or rather, the convergence of Extraordinary Species' consciousnesses, the space suddenly felt cramped.
They were all people with highly acute senses. Their bodies and minds formed their own domains, inside and out. At such close range, their auras tangled together and their spiritual levels interacted, requiring particular care and restraint. To varying degrees, they all had to keep their minds taut.
Under such circumstances, any disturbance on the material or spiritual level—especially overt hostility and malice—could lead to tension or even a loss of control.
It was not only those present. Extraordinary Species in other parts of the cruise ship, and even somewhat lesser Mental Side experts, sensed the immense tension that had suddenly gathered here while keeping itself in check.
For a time, the spiritual space reflected by the countless living beings aboard the Emerald Light grew somewhat "quiet"... making the "chanting" echoing through it increasingly clear.
It had to be said that, under the current circumstances, the two key figures in the elevator lobby had both