But at that very moment, a violent sense of unease suddenly surged from the depths of his heart.
It came without warning, as though something were bearing down on him from somewhere unfathomably deep and distant.
Mu En frowned slightly and looked up at the sky. Clouds churned overhead, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Yet his heart was racing, and his soul was trembling faintly.
The Origin of the Douluo Continent was afraid. It was trembling.
Mu En turned to Chen Xuan beside him.
Chen Xuan had also stopped, his gaze fixed intently on the horizon.
Little Black Dog's tail shot upright, his fur bristling all over as he let out a low whimper.
"Mu En."
Their eyes met, and each understood what he saw in the other's gaze.
Mu En wasted no words. He sprang into the air, with Chen Xuan close behind. In mere breaths, they had shot beyond the outskirts of the Evil Demon Forest and high into the skies above the Douluo Continent.
High above the ground, the wind cut like knives. Mu En closed his eyes to sense what was happening.
The Origin of the Douluo Continent was weeping. Its terror was stronger than before, as though something were tearing at its barriers. Mu En opened his eyes, profound gravity flashing through them.
"Xuanzi."
Chen Xuan sensed it too. The Origin of the Douluo Continent was trembling, and that tremor reached deep into his bones.
"Something's happened."
They exchanged a glance and flew straight toward the Frontline Camp. The instant they landed, Mu En's voice rang throughout the entire camp.
"All forces, heed my command! Launch the final assault in fifteen minutes!"
Silence fell at first, then an uproar erupted. No one understood what had happened, but Mu En offered no explanation.
"Forget