Just then.
After the fission-level Radiation Weapon blasted through the surface crust, the other powerful figures hidden beneath Banyan Lake began gathering in this direction.
Reilo could sense several perceptive experts whose mental senses had been distorted and absorbed by the singularity.
But the enormous amount of yellow sand now pouring through the fissures in the crust was no longer the small trickle from before. Combined with the turbulent energy surging from Shatuo's true form, the area was in chaos, with faint traces of Reilo's energy lingering throughout. Meanwhile, the Mental Power of anyone nearby was absorbed by the inward-pulling nature of the Gravity Law controlled by Reilo's Level Five Singularity Technique. Unless they came close enough to see the distortions of light and darkness with their own eyes, they could not detect Reilo's presence.
So, unable to tell what was happening, the Witchers did not rush over blindly.
After all.
Ever since the matter of Capricorn's remains, the open and covert power struggles in the Dark World had grown far too intense.
Several Witch Kings who had once been famous in their respective regions and had fled back from Aurora had already perished under mysterious circumstances. Every clue pointed to the Warlock Palace, but the Dark World had long since lost even the most basic balance of power and common ideals. They could only rely on the Black Death Old Demon to temporarily rally their support, so no one dared to accuse or pursue the matter as they once might have.
As a result, the once-ambitious Witchers had become extremely cautious. They watched from the outskirts, circling and observing, but refused to approach.
"Senior Brother Shatuo, are these hidden treasures you refined into your true form the means by which you hoped to turn the tables?"
Reilo's voice drifted