Su Fan's figure flickered, and he slipped silently into a nearby stretch of dense forest like a ghost, his silhouette blending with the light and shadow of the branches and leaves in the blink of an eye.
All the spiritual qi surging around him was drawn in, his aura compressed to the utmost, as though he were a wisp of shadow melting into heaven and earth.
Soundless, traceless, almost impossible to find.
Only those eyes, sharp as cold blades, remained locked on the direction of the Gem Market.
His Spiritual Sense was like an invisible great net, quietly covering tens of thousands of miles in every direction, bringing every movement of those Mo Race into his perception with perfect clarity.
His Spiritual Sense swept swiftly over the gathering Mo Race Cultivators, and when the tyrannical auras of dozens of Ninth-Order Great Demons pierced into his senses, Su Fan already had his conclusion.
A cold sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth. If his guess was right, this bunch of Mo Race were most likely here for him.
Su Fan could clearly sense that the auras of these Mo Race Cultivators were extremely strange. They were absolutely not ordinary Mo Race, but should be a clan skilled in stealth and assassination.
Back when the Mo Race launched sudden attacks on the various Human Race Planes, it had been these Mo Race assassin clans that secretly destroyed the Teleportation Arrays of countless sects and immortal cities, leaving people unable to guard against them no matter how they tried.
From the look of it, these fellows were definitely all top assassins from the Mo Race.
Su Fan did not act rashly. Instead, he suppressed the Killing Intent in his heart, settled his patience, and continued observing every move of the Mo Race