With a tiger ahead and wolves behind, what was he supposed to do?
Miller's Chinese was quite good. Unlike Sun-Snatcher, who could not speak it at all, he had studied many idioms. The Chinese saying that surfaced in his mind was perfectly suited to the current situation.
There were two centipedes on the road ahead, both extremely powerful, at least in the Xiantian Realm. Their defenses were also exceptionally strong, making them difficult to kill.
And behind them was an unknown enemy. He did not even know how strong the enemy was. He could only pray it was not the kind of enemy he suspected, or he might end up dying here.
If the enemy could avoid triggering the Mental Power traps he had set, then their strength was easy to imagine.
Sigh! All of this left Miller feeling increasingly stifled.
Especially as time passed, he sank deeper into despair. The longer it took, the farther the team he had sent ahead would travel, while the various psychic traps continued to be triggered. The outcome was obvious.
He wanted to find someone to talk to, but he did not know who to talk to.
Besides, as a dignified double S-Class Psychic Ability User, he had always stood above others. He could not simply pour his heart out to whoever he pleased.
If unfavorable rumors about him spread through the team, leading the group afterward would become difficult.
As for Zhou Ziyun, his status was high enough, but Miller could not confide in him. He was a Martial Artist, and their eventual outcome would inevitably be a fight to the death.
And Sun-Snatcher? Heh heh!
Miller had never truly regarded Sun-Snatcher as important. Though Sun-Snatcher usually seemed to perform well, Miller looked down on Black Non-humans. Not just him—every white European