The volcano erupted, and the Fire Spirit Race poured out in full force. With such a tremendous commotion, how could Nian Yuexian, a Divine Sea Realm cultivator, possibly fail to notice?
She had pursued them all the way here, infiltrating Lone Mountain City to quietly observe the situation.
She knew full well that Wanzhang Gang knew she was here. That was why he had deliberately put on such a bedraggled appearance—to stir her killing intent.
Over the years, she had infiltrated this place many times in an attempt to assassinate Wanzhang Gang, yet she had never once succeeded. Her closest success had merely been seriously wounding him.
The hatred between them had stretched on for decades and was impossible to resolve. In the past, whenever there was even the slightest opportunity, she would strike without hesitation. But today, though Heaven had bestowed such a perfect chance, she did not dare act rashly.
It was because she could sense the hidden danger.
A qualified Ghost Cultivator not only had to be proficient in Concealment and Formation Dao, but also needed an exceptionally keen sense for danger.
The former two allowed Ghost Cultivators to assassinate their targets more effectively and conveniently, but without the latter, no matter how strong a Ghost Cultivator was, they would not live for long.
Her perception of danger was undoubtedly extremely sharp.
Though she did not know where that faint sense of danger came from, she understood one thing: if she struck at this moment, she would surely meet no good end.
Wanzhang Gang had ordered the Protective Grand Array at the pass withdrawn. First, it was to preserve the integrity of the Grand Array and minimize losses; second, it was to use himself as bait to lure out the enemy.
Compared to the Fire Spirit Race,