Whoosh—
Inside Canglan Divine Palace, Chen Yang sensed Yang Yuanhong's soul flame rekindle and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuan Hong had pushed things far too close to the edge. It was a dangerous gamble, but the only path to a decisive victory.
Without squeezing his abilities to their absolute limit, he could hardly climb another step atop a hundred-foot pole.
Now he had drawn on the Spirit Pearl in his heart and unleashed his wild instincts to take the place of reason. Enduring the rest of the Soul-Severing Tribulation should pose no problem.
"Blood Sun, did you see that? Yuan Hong, he..."
Chen Yang had just relaxed and was about to exchange a few words with Blood Sun beside him, but he stopped abruptly halfway through.
Blood Sun noticed the unusual behavior at once.
He immediately swept out with his divine power and consciousness. Shock appeared on his youthful face, and he understood why Chen Yang had fallen silent.
Chen Yang had previously summoned Wu Chang into the Divine Palace, formally acknowledging him as a member of the Canglan Divine Host.
As one of the Divine Palace's five seats, Blood Sun should have been able to sense Wu Chang's condition at any time.
Yet after sweeping his consciousness through every corner of the palace, Blood Sun Venerable God discovered, to his utter shock, that he could no longer sense Wu Chang at all.
It felt as though the god had simply vanished into thin air.
More chilling still, if he had not seen Lord Divine Lord's strange reaction, Blood Sun—the only true god awake in the Divine Palace—would not have noticed anything amiss when Wu Chang's presence disappeared.
"My lord, Wu Chang..."
"Yes. He's likely fallen into a trap. After everything that happened in the Northwest, Bai Di