Hidden in the void above the lake, Rong Lua watched the scene unfold with an outwardly calm expression.
But inside?
His heart churned like a storm-tossed sea.
This demon…
His eyes narrowed into slits as he analyzed the monstrous aura rising from below.
Half-step into the Deity Transformation Realm…
A cold heaviness gripped Rong Lua's chest.
This was far beyond him, although he was the genius of the thousand sword sect but this didn't mean this allowed him to be stupid.
If he were to face that demon now, with his current strength?
The battle would be nothing short of disastrous. Even if he survived, he would be left half-dead.
Rong Lua's instincts screamed the same truth over and over:
Do not fight. Hide. Let the demon leave.
He reassured himself again—his concealment technique was one of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's greatest secrets. A pinnacle void-hiding art.
Not even a true Deity Transformation expert should be able to find him.
