The Grind Force, Third Segment!

Over the past two days, Li Ce had practically cast aside all other matters, keeping his attention firmly fixed on this special user as he "watched" him sweep through three or four camps with an exceptionally clear purpose.

The smallest had only a few dozen people, while the largest probably held two or three hundred. The one constant was that every battle ended in his victory.

The more Li Ce watched, the more alarmed he became.

Based on certain details in their words, it was clear that this special user was searching for the person who had "spied" on him before. Some of those camps had simply suffered an undeserved disaster.

It was not because he feared for his own safety. After all, Old Li had enough self-awareness to know that, strictly speaking, he too counted as one of the "peeping creeps."

But none of that was what mattered. What truly mattered was that as the other party's aura steadily weakened throughout the process, the faint sensation beneath the Force vision instead gave Li Ce an extremely abnormal warning—he was becoming increasingly terrifying!

Like an old, blunt knife shedding its rust, slowly grinding a fresh edge against stone with blood mixed into the process.

Li Ce did not know why he had experienced such an illusion-like, fleeting palpitation, but to be safe, he still mentioned this abnormal "intuition" in his report.

As for the rest, it could only be left to the smart people for careful study—

Someone suddenly raised his head, thoughtfully adjusted his glasses, and glanced into the distance.

Just now, he had sensed a trace of a "gaze" quietly sweep through the nearby area.

It was extremely faint—not a fluctuation of spiritual power, but something more concealed, as natural and difficult to grasp as a breeze or