For some reason, however, Fiend Emperor still felt a strong sense of unease. He didn't ignore the feeling; at the earth immortal rank, one's sixth sense was no longer imaginary, but rather a source of true premonitions.
"I feel as if this place is still a bit unsafe," he muttered, leaping through space again as soon as he spoke. Only after moving three thousand miles away did he feel a bit at ease.
"Hmph. I am already four thousand miles away. Can he still do anything to me?" he muttered. After recovering from his earlier shock, he had regained his usual domineering nature.
The Fiend Emperor figured Sharky would definitely have had to pay a great price for using such a terrifying weapon.
There was no reason to face him head on. As such, he planned to avoid Sharky for the time being, only returning to deal with him once he was overcome with weakness.
