Ming Yao paid no heed to Demon Lord Arkos's raging fury. Her divine robes fluttered like pale flame amid the storm of demonic energy as she slowly turned her gaze toward what appeared to be an empty stretch of sky. The faint shimmer in her pupils sharpened, divine perception locking onto something that should not have existed within this battlefield.
A trace of aura lingered there.
Weak—but unmistakably real.
Her brows drew together ever so slightly. A Foundation-Building cultivator? The thought surfaced with genuine surprise. What is someone at that level doing here?
Even Arkos, blinded though he was by humiliation and wrath, sensed the shift in her attention. His three pupils narrowed simultaneously, following the direction of her gaze as his killing intent surged once more.
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