After killing seven Saints' manifested virtual forms, Earth once again shields its aura. Logically speaking, Earth should be very safe now.
Yet, Ye Qiu sat on the mountain peak, still feeling uneasy.
It feels like something big is about to happen.
"I have already slain all the alien martial artists on Earth. Even Saints can only send down a sliver of their spiritual form, let alone now that I've shielded Earth's aura, they can't even send down a trace of their spiritual form. Why does my mind still refuse to calm down?" Ye Qiu frowned deeply, unable to figure out where this unease came from.
Alien warriors shouldn't have a way to deal with Earth anymore.
"Could it be that I missed something?" Ye Qiu pondered, his gaze shining brightly like a beacon.
...
In the Milky Way, many powerful beings of ancestral lands were still gathered here.
