Meanwhile, within the void of Chaos Space...
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Suffocating strands of black-red light surged from the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord... Waves of terrifying black-red radiance rippled outward as he hurtled madly through the void of Chaos Space...
Because...
This sense of danger... this feeling...! An indescribably dire premonition flashed through the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord's heart. It was no less terrifying than what he had felt back when the Immortal Ancestor killed those three Devil Race True Immortals...
In truth...
The Demon Marshal Sacred Lord's innate timidity was not cowardice born of fear... Rather... His sensitivity to danger far surpassed that of ordinary Devil Cultivators. That was how he had turned calamity into fortune and advanced to a True Immortal amid the far bloodier, more savage competition of the Devil Race Star Realm, where experts gathered like clouds...
As a result, the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord instinctively placed tremendous faith in his inborn ability to sense danger, as well as his own gut judgments. Whenever he sensed a particularly dangerous presence, his first choice was always to flee or retreat...
Whether it was his being the first to flee during the earlier assault on the Immortal Spirit Realm... His refusal to risk a dangerous method of obtaining the Immortal Ancestor Inheritance... Or this bizarre situation in which Li Xiaoya willingly let him leave... All of them had filled him with an overwhelming sense of danger...
In a certain sense... The Demon Marshal Sacred Lord was not actually wrong...
But!
Could the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord turn calamity into fortune and evade danger every single time? Naturally, the answer was no... Otherwise, he would never have been trapped in the Immortal Spirit Realm for so long...
Then...
"Good! That damned Immortal Race Cultivator hasn't followed..." The Demon Marshal Sacred