The silence lasted roughly ten seconds.
Then Cao Xianming suddenly unclenched his fists. All his anger seemed to have been drained away at once, leaving only a profound helplessness that seeped out from deep within his bones.
He sighed, long and heavy, as though he meant to empty his chest of its very last breath.
"Their strength," he said, his voice as dry as if he were chewing sand, "may be beyond anything we can challenge right now."
The entire gathering fell deathly silent.
"What's going on?" someone could not help asking.
Everyone's eyes settled on Cao Xianming, the same question written on every face...
We have so many people with sequence transcendence, and we even have Wang Ying at Sequence Three. How can we have no way to deal with those people?
Cao Xianming did not answer immediately.
He merely turned his head and glanced at the ten-meter ghost domain, that green world swallowed up by Climbing Vine.
Yezi was still there, standing quietly like a statue that could not speak.
Cao Xianming sank into thought.
At that moment, he tried to deduce just what that woman had backing her.
But before he could even begin...
An intense sense of danger abruptly enveloped him!
It felt as though an invisible eye had opened in the darkness.
Cold.
Deathly still.
Indescribable.
Cao Xianming's breath suddenly caught.
He recalled what had happened when he previously tried to deduce information about those terrifying monsters.
The same suffocating feeling, the same despair.
And the being behind that woman felt even more uncanny to him than those terrifying monsters.
That was... an Eerie he could not possibly afford to provoke right now.
Cold sweat beaded on Cao Xianming's forehead.
He could neither advance nor retreat.
Unless they killed the being that had made a