Inside the [Artificial Grotto-Heaven].
Although Shen Zhenhai had no idea how the spectators outside regarded him at that moment.
Right then.
Through the various disguises he had laid down beforehand.
He could still sense quite clearly.
That a great deal of unusual power was probing his secrets... he did not know the specifics, but the situation was plainly, unmistakably bad.
This immediately made him realize.
He had to find a way to flee...
After all.
Although he was quite confident in his disguises.
And believed that under normal circumstances.
He could slip past every [Void Glimpse Realm] expert's scrutiny without raising any suspicion.
There was something else he knew.
He could not make them blind with their eyes wide open.
It was like how he could point to a burly man six feet tall, claim the fellow was only eight, and convince other people, but he certainly could not point at someone, tell them they were only eight, and force them to believe it.
Unless they really were only eight...
Now.
When everyone could tell he had tampered with things in that regard.
Rather than try to keep fooling the others.
Shen Zhenhai felt he would be better off fleeing sooner rather than later.
However.
Before leaving.
When he thought of the price he would have to pay.
He could not help feeling a dull ache in his heart...
Of course.
He was also secretly relieved.
Relieved that he had always kept something up his sleeve.
That was his ultimate guarantee of getting away in one piece.
Meanwhile.
As he looked at Ling Wuyuan, who stood a short distance ahead, silently waiting for him to attack.
He, who had not lost his temper in many years.
Also felt a fire of rage rise and burn within him.
He knew that