Wang Xuan stood amid the mist and looked up into the distant sky. Naturally, his gaze was fixed not only on Hell's allied forces, but also on the Supernatural Practitioners from the True Saint Dojos.
Then his brows furrowed deeply. His Spiritual Heavenly Eye granted him perception far beyond ordinary comprehension; it could pierce through falsehood and uncover fundamental problems.
Some people standing amid the crowd were very unusual. Runes flowed within their eyes, and they all possessed an unfathomable air. Even while concealing themselves, their aura was somewhat different.
"Damn it!" Wang Xuan's expression turned grave. Aliens had come—and not merely one or two!
Li Lin, an acquaintance, was one thing, but what kind of monster was that over at the Tattoo Palace?
It was a two-headed person. Though he kept a low profile and hid himself deeply, Wang Xuan's Spiritual Heavenly Eye combined with his Supernatural Sense still exposed him.
Within each of that creature's two heads was Primordial Spirit light as dazzling as the sun. It was a powerful alien with twin Primordial Spirits!
When he looked toward the Paper Saint Hall, his heart sank as well. A short, fat man smiled amiably, his sharp gaze hidden away as he prowled about in this direction, clearly searching for him.
Beneath the short fat man's flesh was a body made of paper, while beneath that paper body, flesh and blood appeared again. No amount of layered concealment could change his essence—he was an alien.
The main reason was that they had all suppressed themselves to the True Immortal Level, making it easy for mismatched details to emerge and for Wang Xuan to spot the problem.
He immediately became incomparably solemn. Looking toward Time Heaven, Guixu, Evil God Mansion, and other places, his pupils contracted. Aliens had arrived everywhere.