"I wasn't alerted at all? Is the Abyssal of the King of the North really that strong?"
"Probably not, otherwise they wouldn't have been suppressed here. I can feel it might be a kind of passive observation method."
CC also felt a hint of threat at this moment, seemingly an alert passively brought by her own Sacred Intent.
Even with Makabala by her side, there was still this feeling, which seemed very unusual.
"I understand, for now let's retreat for a while. Once you're safe, I'll investigate."
"They're coming, something is approaching us."
CC said solemnly.
Clearly, there was nothing around, yet even Makabala, a Catastrophe Level Dreadlord, hadn't been slightly alerted in advance, which sufficiently illustrated the seriousness of the matter.
The next moment, a pitch-black slashing cut through the Void, directly targeting Makabala.
"Hmph, petty tricks."
Makabala's claw gathered fel energy, grasping at the pitch-black gleam in an instant.
Clang~
