"Ten breaths have passed. Next, I will search your soul." The tone of the Supreme Saint carried no emotion.
Ye Qiu felt all the hair on his body stand on end, a sensation wrapped in impending crisis.
This was an extreme danger signal, a warning from the body. Anyone who has practiced martial arts to a certain extent has this ability to anticipate danger. The stronger one's power, the earlier one can detect it.
Clearly, the Supreme Saint was about to make a move. Although Ye Qiu still had undisclosed cards, he felt that even if he used them, he might not be able to defeat the Supreme Saint, who was already infinitely close to the Heavenly level.
Ye Qiu even had the illusion that the opponent had already stepped halfway into that realm, but he lacked the ability needed to threaten the opponent enough to unleash that power.
Ye Qiu's mind raced: should he stay and fight, or leave immediately?
