The young nascent general and the old witch quickly turned around and looked at the direction of that sensation.
It was the sound of something breaking. Like glass. Like concrete shattering. But it didn't come from the buildings being destroyed in the Nation of Reborn. Instead, it was coming from somewhere deep within themselves. It was echoing. Like a disembodied voice somewhere inside them.
They knew what this was. After all, they'd experienced this same thing back then…. Back when they advanced to the Nascent Spirit realm.
Someone here in the Nation of Reborn was advancing!
Immediately, both of them were alert. The emergence of a new Nascent Spirit cultivator was a very rare and a very dangerous situation, especially for them.
It would break the balance of the fight.
