For a moment, Yu Lingfeng was caught between two hard choices. The other members of the Blood Race only saw him as lofty and untouchable, basking in boundless glory, but who could know the difficulties he faced?
As he pondered, his figure suddenly stopped, and he lifted his head to look ahead.
A strange figure entered his vision. The man's hands were folded one atop the other, resting on the hilt of a long saber planted before him, and he was watching him quietly.
A chill suddenly ran down Yu Lingfeng's spine, because before seeing this figure, he had not sensed this person's presence at all.
And judging by his appearance, he was unmistakably a member of the Human Race!
Yu Lingfeng had always been cautious. The instant he saw this person, his body instinctively retreated, and he opened his mouth to call out.
Without knowing the other party's level of cultivation, rashly engaging him was undoubtedly extremely unwise.
Since the other party had been able to sneak in here without gods or ghosts knowing, he clearly had some methods. The wisest thing to do now was to raise the alarm and take down this inexplicable member of the Human Race together with the men under his command.
However, his mouth had only just opened when dizziness swept over his eyes, as if he had been struck by a massive hammer. For a time, his thoughts fell into chaos, and he could not form words.
Immediately after, tremendous pain came from deep within his head, as if his very brain had been stirred to pieces.
That intense pain cleared Yu Lingfeng's mind for an instant, and he immediately understood what he had encountered.
He had actually been attacked by divine sense!
In other words, the one waiting for him here