Black Mist Mountain Range.
The emaciated elder, Qu Zhuang, and Liao An stood waiting in their original spot.
The Divine Ape King was nearby, eyes closed in deep thought, apparently communicating with several other Demon Beast Kings.
"Uncle Zhuang, I still feel that something is off,"
Liao An, as if scanning the surroundings, grew increasingly anxious as if an invisible eye was observing him from the shadows.
This feeling was intense, usually only present on the Evil God Battlefield when faced with life-or-death dangers.
Liao An had fought in the Evil God Battlefield for two to three hundred years, yet had encountered true life-and-death dangers no more than ten times.
Each time, it was by relying on this special sense and preparing in advance that he had managed to survive and ultimately achieved numerous merits, becoming an elder of the Tianqing Alliance.
But now?
In the supposedly absolutely safe rear of the Tianqing World?