Just as they were preparing to fly over the Star Pool ruins, Angel suddenly furrowed his brow.
Sanders was gazing into the sky above the ruins. "Such dense Nightmare Realm aura—twice as dense as before. Is it because Lord Rhein opened the passage earlier?"
As Sanders spoke, he caught a glimpse of Angel beside him from the corner of his eye.
Noticing that something was off about Angel's expression, Sanders asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
Angel shook his head as he rubbed his temples. "Nothing. It just feels a little noisy."
"Noisy?" The Tree Spirit flew over as well. "What's noisy?"
Angel looked toward the distant ruins. "Over there. A very chaotic current of emotions is gushing out. These emotional expressions are far too noisy, like a hundred—no, a thousand—ducks chattering right beside my ears."
Before the Tree Spirit could understand what Angel meant, a deep voice sounded beside them.
It was not only the Tree Spirit; Sanders and Angel heard it as well.
"The Living Threads are erupting. Be extremely careful when you come over."
There was no doubt that it was Lord Rhein speaking.
As his voice fell, a mass of Black Cloud suddenly gushed out from the Star Pool ruins in the distance. The moment it rose into the air, it immediately scattered in all directions, quickly merging with the night and thinning away into nothing.
That was only what the naked eye saw. Yet with the eyesight of those present, they could clearly sense that the Black Cloud was actually composed of countless Living Threads. The so-called "scattering until thinning away" was in fact the Living Threads spreading in every direction.
The dense night became the best camouflage for the Living Threads. They seemed to melt into the curtain of darkness, but in truth, they were using