The Sea Race Progenitor had reached the Fourth Step, a supreme Hegemon. Yet he'd suddenly been kicked in the butt—and from the look of him, he hadn't even seen it coming. Whoever had struck him was clearly no ordinary foe.
"Little glutton, is your butt itching too?"
A teasing voice rang out inside the Light Gate world. The speaker remained unseen.
The Sea Race Progenitor steadied himself, his butt stinging fiercely. He scanned the surroundings but couldn't find anyone hiding nearby.
"So there's a second person hiding here."
The Sea Race Progenitor's expression darkened. "No. Given their nature, there might be more than two. Three, or even four, wouldn't be surprising!"
"Why not come out and talk? What's the point of hiding?" the Sea Race Progenitor said sternly, his voice echoing throughout the Light Gate world.
No one answered. The only sounds in the entire Light Gate world were the Purple Robe Old Ancestor kicking someone in the butt and the Ghost Phoenix Race Ancient Ancestor's muffled grunts.
The Sea Race Progenitor felt a chill creep over him. He shouldn't have charged straight in. He should've known this place held more than just the Purple Robe Old Ancestor. The other side traveled in packs; they rarely appeared alone.
"What are you standing there for? Help me!" the Ghost Phoenix Race Ancient Ancestor shouted, urging the Sea Race Progenitor to help him escape his predicament.
As long as the Sea Race Progenitor could distract the Purple Robe Old Ancestor, he'd be free in an instant.
With the Sea Race Progenitor's cultivation, distracting the weaker Purple Robe Old Ancestor should've been child's play.
But the Sea Race Progenitor didn't do it. He was feeling uneasy now, with the constant sense that several people were watching him from the shadows.
The Sea Race