At this!
The blood-armored divine envoy grew even more excited.
"My earlier judgment was correct...
The [Nether Blood Mirror] has stirred—those old monsters must be behind it!
Only they possess such a means of deceiving heaven and crossing the sea!
Even your 'Eye of Shadow' failed to detect them!
We underestimated them before!"
The excitement in the blood-armored divine envoy's eyes was nearly spilling over...
As though he had already seen himself receiving the divine blood empowerment.
Beneath the hood, the black-robed priest called "Brother Jia" fell silent for a moment.
His face beneath the shadows seemed utterly expressionless. Only his low voice carried an indescribable complexity:
"If we can help the Progenitor succeed... then the 'divine blood empowerment' you have longed for day and night...
Perhaps...
Will no longer be an unattainable dream."
"Hahaha!
Auspicious words! Brother Jia, I, Prison Twelve, will remember this favor!"
The blood-armored divine envoy threw back his head in laughter, his triumphant voice echoing across the desolate mountaintop.
Elsewhere.
In the depths of the void, a crimson streak tore through layer upon layer of spatial barriers, faster than the limits of Divine Sense perception.
Like a comet of destruction, it hurtled toward a certain set of coordinates.
Suddenly!
The seemingly tranquil belt of folded void ahead made the crimson lightning abruptly halt!
Prison Twelve's figure froze instantly, as though an invisible giant nail had pinned him within the turbulent spatial currents.
His scarlet eyes, like the most precise probing Magic Tools, locked firmly onto the remnants of spatial fluctuations ahead—seemingly chaotic and disorderly, yet faintly following some particular trajectory.
"The traces... are wrong!"
His murmur rang incomparably clear amid the violent spatial currents, carrying icy scrutiny and a trace of anger at having been toyed with.
"They're taking a detour? Going in circles?
Resorting