For a time, Daoyu fell into deep thought. As his magic power circulated, the pain in his soul also slowly receded.
At some point, Daoyu's hideous expression suddenly changed.
"He entered another space in an instant. Another... space. That's right—a storage pouch. Only fluctuations transmitted from that kind of space would differ from teleportation.
"I thought the spatial fluctuations back then were spatial turbulence caused by our battle, but that wasn't the case..."
His gaze instantly fell into the huge pit in the courtyard. That was where he had launched his final attack. His Divine Sense entered the pit and began searching carefully.
After a moment, unwilling to give up, he sent his Divine Sense directly into the depths of the earth.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, his single eye suddenly turned ice-cold.
"There are no fragments of the storage pouch. My attack still wasn't powerful enough to completely erase space-type materials.
"He still has a space-type treasure on him—a tremendously stable one. That's why Zhao Min's aura could vanish in an instant.
"Only this can explain their sudden disappearance. Only then could their auras have been isolated in an instant!"
He immediately recalled how he had forcibly opened the storage pouch at the other person's waist.
"What a sly Human Race brat. The storage pouch on him was merely a smokescreen. He was actually hiding a higher-grade space-type treasure. If that's the case, then that treasure should now be..."
Killing intent surged in his eyes as he stared into the pit...
Just as Daoyu's ten great axes came crashing down, the white-haired young man and the gorgeous woman beneath a great tree in that stretch of woodland within the "Holy Devil Palace" opened their eyes at the same time. They both saw confusion