Back in his room, Zhao Xuanqi sat on his bed. After confirming there was no movement around him, he prepared to use Life Primordial Qi to strengthen this body and advance his Hundred Beasts Fist cultivation.
However, he soon stopped his cultivation, his brow furrowing slightly.
For some reason, he had a strange feeling—a faint sense of crisis that had been present ever since the Echo Worm incident this morning. And as time passed, that feeling seemed to be gradually intensifying.
'What on earth is going on?'
Zhao Xuanqi took a deep breath. From his contact with the evil plagues these past few days, the strangeness of this world's hidden dangers had been deeply ingrained in him. Being at the bottom of the power hierarchy, he lacked the ability to protect himself. He might even suddenly drop dead at any moment without knowing why.
