"It's here?" Kant and Sanders both froze. "Who's here?"
Angel hesitated. "Phantom City?"
The Observer nodded. "A second-class citizen."
The Observer still did not reveal the specific name. Though Boluoye did not have a powerful forebear like Deep Space, everything concerning Phantom City was still far too distant from Angel's level. Knowing too much was not a good thing.
A second-class citizen... It seemed to be only one rank above Mist Shadow. But judging by the Observer's grave, solemn expression, it seemed rather powerful?
As Angel pondered, a vertical rift suddenly appeared in the clear night sky.
This rift did not seem to have been formed by some spell. It looked more like... some existence had directly torn it open from the outside.
The thought had barely flashed through his mind when, the next second, Angel saw a pink tentacle extend from within the rift.
The instant the pink tentacle appeared, an immense pressure descended directly over the seas of more than half the Mist Belt.
Within the area blanketed by that pressure, no one could move. Even Sanders and Kant, after leaving the Domain Field's range and feeling that pressure, sensed a heavy crisis welling up in their hearts.
Was this unconscious pressure? Or pressure deliberately created?
Sanders did not know. If it was the latter, then the newcomer's strength was at least on the level of Lord Monchi or Lord Rhein. But if it was the former, then it was impossible to gauge. It might even be above Legend!
Soon, a second pink tentacle extended from the gap.
The two glossy pink tentacles looked soft and flamboyant, but before long, everyone witnessing this scene had their impressions utterly overturned.
Those seemingly incomparably soft pink tentacles forcibly tore open that vertical spatial rift with brute strength.
That horrifying sight