Nether Prison Immortal King's clone jerked his head up.
His gaze fell on the projection of the void. At the position of the sixth region, a point of light was flashing violently.
"The sixth region is showing activity!" he said in a low voice.
Everyone in the Star Hall rose at once, their eyes fixed on the projection of the void.
Black Phoenix Immortal King's clone said gravely, "Everyone, notify your true selves and prepare!"
Nether Prison Immortal King's clone nodded. Through the soul bond between himself and his true self, his Divine Sense reached the depths of the Chaos Star Sea in an instant.
Deep within the Chaos Star Sea.
Nether Prison Immortal King's true self hovered in the void, his withered face expressionless.
His black Daoist Robe snapped in the Chaos Currents, the silver Runes on it flickering faintly.
Behind him, more than ten thousand Warships stood in an orderly Battle Array. The Dark Gold glow of their bow-mounted Main Cannons had reached its peak.
Countless Cultivators stood at their posts, weapons drawn and fighting spirit high.
At his side, several Immortal Kings of the Nether Race stood shoulder to shoulder.
Every one of them was at the peak of Six-Turn Immortal King Cultivation, among the strongest fighters in the Outer Heavens. Their auras intertwined into an invisible barrier, sealing the entire stretch of void tight as a drum.
But Nether Prison Immortal King's true self was far from calm.
Because just now, he seemed to have sensed his own clone's aura.
How is that possible?
Nether Prison Immortal King was stunned. He thought he must have imagined it.
He focused again and found that the mysterious connection between himself and his clone remained. In fact, it seemed to be growing stronger.
*My clone hasn't fallen? He's coming