The dark tunnel held no human firing positions, no fortifications, nothing at all.
But that very "nothing at all" made Cho'Gath's skin crawl.
That premonition of danger no longer flickered in and out as it had before. Now it felt like needles pricking him.
Danger!
Extreme danger!
Yet the feeling was maddeningly vague, impossible to grasp or explain.
Cho'Gath narrowed his eyes.
He had fought on the Home Planet for thousands of years.
He had slaughtered his way from the lowest cannon fodder to an eighth-order Demon God, relying on more than strength alone.
His instincts had never lied to him.
Every time this feeling appeared, it meant true death was drawing near.
"..."
He fell silent for a moment, then continued digging forward.
Boom!
Over a hundred tons of rock shattered, and the tunnel extended another dozen meters.
The sense of danger intensified with it.
The tunnel continued advancing.
The needle-pricking sensation grew stronger again.
It was obvious now.
The closer he drew, the greater the danger became.
This was no illusion. Something really was waiting for him ahead.
Something that could pose a lethal threat to him!
Cho'Gath stopped moving, his hundred-meter-tall body standing in the underground tunnel.
His domain perception spread like an invisible net, carefully probing that sense of danger to locate its source.
Soon, he found it.
At the end of the tunnel was something very small.
Extremely small, only about the size of his toe.
That tiny thing had brought an eighth-order Demon God to a halt.
Cho'Gath narrowed his eyes, and a chill shot up from the base of his spine.
He had experienced this feeling only a handful of times in his life.
Each time, it had been the fear of imminent death that came only when facing a being of the