It had to be said: these people were shrewd to the bone. They guessed Li Qing's true purpose in an instant.
The Underworld Devil Lord said, his gaze deep, "Then let's wait and see what he intends to do."
"Everyone, keep your minds ready to race. Once we have it, make your choice as quickly as possible. Don't give him a chance to stall."
The powerful figures reached an agreement and fell silent once more.
Near High-Dimensional Spacetime, on the plane of dreams.
The battle between Dead Silence and the Emperor grew fiercer.
The Emperor had stopped Dead Silence the moment he appeared, so he had left no avatar outside.
Now he had no reliable source of information about the outside world and no idea what was happening there.
He remained shrouded in darkness and deathly stillness that devoured everything, his enormous body trading blow for blow with the Emperor.
With every collision, vast bursts of power and fragments exploded from both their bodies.
Neither could gain the upper hand. The battle seemed destined to last forever.
Impatience flashed through Dead Silence's mind. No. If this drags on, who knows what might happen?
The power that belongs to me in the grotto-heaven is getting farther and farther away. It seems to have stopped somewhere.
What are they trying to do? Do they have some way to seal my power?
His thoughts raced. He felt immense pressure, and a vague sense of crisis was drawing near.
If he lost the power of his that lay within the seal, he would have to rely solely on the power in his present body.
That power was still formidable—the power of Dead Silence, stronger even than Concept Logic.
But if he was surrounded and attacked, he would not come out of it well.
*Damn