The Silent Cave Abode was utterly soundless.
A secret discussion that concerned everyone's survival and completely rewrote their escape plan came to an end.
Within the vast, empty cave abode, everything fell silent again. Only two immense currents of Highgod-level Divine Power flowed slowly, gently intertwining and colliding without a sound, making the entire space seem even more still and solemn.
Oakes had long since forcibly suppressed the lingering fear in his heart, but the gravity etched between his brows had not diminished at all.
Only now did he fully understand the source of his unrest over the past few days.
As a powerhouse who had reached the limits of a Seven-Star Fiend, his Divine Soul had long since been refined to an exquisite degree, far surpassing ordinary Highgods. He possessed a living creature's most acute instinctive premonition of hidden slaughter and mortal danger in the world.
The palpitations and unease that had haunted him for days had never been caused by a mistake in cultivation or the disturbance of inner demons.
They had been an advance warning, arising through some unseen connection, of the lethal catastrophe awaiting them.
Without Shiheng's heaven-defying Fate Laws, without his advance divination of the trajectory of time and discovery of the killing intent in the void, their party would have followed the original plan tomorrow, heading for the Blood Peak Continent and activating cross-plane teleportation, only to plunge straight into the inescapable net laid by an Asura powerhouse.
Then their entire party would have been wiped out. No one would have survived.
At that thought, Oakes looked at Shiheng again, his gaze now filled with heartfelt gratitude and profound reverence.
He had guarded the Death Demon Cavern for ten thousand years and witnessed countless prodigies from across the planes, exceptional talents of Hell, and