"Of the Heavenly Human Realm experts in Ying Country, aside from those of the imperial family, nearly sixty to seventy percent of those from the various clans had already died by my hand. Yet so many experts still dared to come looking for trouble with me. Were they truly warriors, or was someone deliberately stirring things up?"
As Jiang Dali walked deeper into the mausoleum, he used his Qi senses to detect some exceptionally concealed auras amidst the dense Heaven and Earth Qi flow outside the mausoleum.
These hidden auras were mixed into the Heaven and Earth Qi flow and seemed utterly inconspicuous. They were not even as eye-catching as the auras of the many players currently active within the mausoleum, appearing to be the auras of very ordinary natives.
Yet in Jiang Dali's eyes, these seemingly ordinary auras carried faint crimson gleams representing hostility. It was like several dozen striking red threads suddenly appearing among countless white strands—impossible to overlook.
Once he noticed them, Jiang Dali merely had to devote a little more attention and trace them back carefully. Clear corresponding images would then emerge in his mind, each one revealing a distinct human figure.
Having reached his level of strength, he could truly perceive anything within a thousand miles.
Even a tiny blade of grass, so long as it possessed an aura, no matter how weak, could be sensed and captured by him with Thousand Mile Soul Lock, after which a clear corresponding image would appear in his mind.
At that moment, nearly several dozen Ying Country experts scattered outside the Sacred Mausoleum and harboring ill intent had all been marked by him. Whatever they intended to do next, he would detect it in advance.
This ability to sense the cicada before the autumn wind stirred was likely