Sea Race's Greatest Hidden Threat

At these words, Quinn flew into a rage. "Old Mingguang! Today, I'll twist your head off and wash away my former shame!"

The other Sea Race cultivators also stirred their Mana, preparing to strike.

Just then, Aize's expression suddenly changed.

The vortex pattern on his forehead began spinning rapidly. At the same time, his eyes turned into Deep Blue Vortices that whirled at high speed.

Such an abnormal sight naturally drew the attention of the surrounding Sea Race cultivators.

Soren, the mid-fourth-rank Sea Race cultivator, immediately flashed to his side. His face was tense, as though he wanted to help but did not dare act rashly.

Only after quite a while did the strange phenomenon on Aize's face fade away.

His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut, and even his body trembled slightly, as if he had expended an enormous amount of energy.

"Aize, how are you?" Soren immediately asked anxiously.

If anything happened to Aize, he would certainly face severe punishment from the Tidal Council.

Aize opened his eyes, which were filled with terror. Then he abruptly turned around and stared fixedly in a certain direction.

There stood Ning Fa, all alone.

Ning Fa looked utterly ordinary, yet Aize looked at him as if he had seen some demon, fear even visible in his eyes.

His Prophecy Talent had activated once more just now.

This time, he had seen a blurry scene. In it, countless Sea Race cultivators were being wantonly slaughtered by a human cultivator.

The spirit crystals and even Nascent Souls of his clansmen were harvested by that person as though he were butchering cattle and sheep.

Merely thinking of that horrifying scene made him shudder with cold dread.

He suddenly pointed at Ning Fa and shouted sharply, "Two generals! That human cultivator must be killed!