Davis felt a sharp chill on his back, prompting him to glance back, but all he could see was the vague silhouette of the Myriad Coiling Spirit Peak that allowed them to at least tell the direction they were roaming around. The ghostly yin fog was quite the hassle, but the toxic blood poison air was also infuriating, although it failed to penetrate his pores.
He returned his gaze nonchalantly and continued to lead.
His perception of danger was already ringing alarm bells. It remained for a few seconds before it disappeared again.
'The blood carnage Realm Calamity still chose not to attack now…' Davis imagined, "It certainly has a murderous instinct and a primal urge to gather blood. Hmm… it could likely tell how delicious I am with my Chaotic Genesis Physique, a prime feast…'
He wondered if its target switched to him the moment he was caught in its sight for the first time. It realized how powerful he was with his punch, recognizing him for his extraordinary power.
