Chapter 526: Dismembering the Race of Spirits_3

He muttered to himself and then furrowed his brow, his gaze unable to hide his worry.

"What on earth has happened here? It looks like there's been a fight."

If it was a fight, then who was the person who had barged in recklessly?

Logan closed his eyes and continued to sense for Little White's position.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of disappointment.

It was no use; unless it was a matter of life and death, the faint connection between him and Little White seemed to have been deliberately severed by something.

Who could it be that knew even about the connection between him and Little White?

And to even lay down such a mechanism implied that it was someone familiar with them.

Logan lightly touched his chin, lost in thought about the matter.

However, after pondering for a moment and getting nowhere, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.