The Nine Rivers Sacred Realm.
In the wilderness.
Dongguan and Ying'an Elder faced each other.
After forming a conjecture about the Dao Derivation Poison, Dongguan looked at his opponent, feeling somewhat anxious.
With the complexity of his methods, he had some confidence in merely keeping his opponent occupied.
Even after losing his greatest reliance, his avatars, he had adapted after a brief period of unease.
His teammate Ji had not come from a Source World and had no avatars, yet didn't he still often go out hunting? Now, apart from not yet daring to visit the Dark Sacred Realm, he should have been living quite comfortably in the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm unless he encountered a siege.
No matter what, Dongguan was stronger than Shiji and had more methods at his disposal.
He had spent over a hundred epochs in the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm without losing an avatar.
This was merely like being a player who usually won, forced by his opponent to go all in. Losing would mean eternal damnation, but he only needed to win.
But after forming that conjecture, he truly saw the possibility of losing.
Because his opponent actually still had hidden cards.
If danger descended directly, he would simply face it. The problem now was that it was only speculation.
It was like a suspended death sentence. He was waiting for his execution, yet did not even know how he would die.
What exactly does he want? Or rather, what could he gain by killing me? Dongguan considered what he possessed.
His opponent wanted to kill him and seize his treasures. If he could determine which treasure his opponent wanted, he might have more tactical leeway.
But his opponent had stopped talking about it, and Dongguan even felt that his opponent did not know