Cho'Gath slowly turned his head.
His crimson slit pupils settled on Yaxes.
He said nothing.
There was no need to speak.
That gaze was a blade in itself.
A chill ran down Yaxes's spine, and his scalp prickled.
The last one to receive that look had already ended up in his stomach.
"M-my lord!"
Yaxes dropped to one knee with a thud, speaking rapidly.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with the coordinates!"
"The Space-Jumping Beast personally confirmed back then that the Technological Civilization's Home Planet was behind the Portal. There couldn't have been a mistake!"
You might not trust me, but surely you trust your own Space-Jumping Beast?
Cho'Gath watched coldly, still saying nothing, which meant he was dissatisfied with that answer.
Yaxes's brain was working so hard it was about to smoke.
Suddenly, inspiration struck. As though he had figured something out, he said urgently,
"Think about it, my lord! The reason a Technological Civilization develops technology is that their bodies are frail!"
"They need tools to survive!"
"The surface temperature of this planet is so high that they can't move around on it at all!"
"So! They must be hiding underground!"
"As long as we search underground, we'll definitely find them!"
Cho'Gath stared at him. Three seconds passed.
To Yaxes, those three seconds felt longer than three hundred years.
Cho'Gath withdrew his gaze and turned to the ten Seventh-Order Demon Venerables behind him.
"Search."
The Seventh-Order Demon Venerables acknowledged the order in unison, shooting off in every direction.
Each Seventh Order expert extended domain perception over hundreds of kilometers, spreading it into the depths underground like an invisible net.
This planet was not large.
All the Seventh-Order Demon Venerables flew at supersonic speeds, covering nearly a thousand meters per second.
Cho'Gath himself could reach a terrifying top speed