Ji Xinghuo did not let his Shadow Clone rashly attack; they stood hundreds of meters apart, facing off against the giant, who was also observing him.
"Outsider."
An odd voice echoed in the Shadow Clone's mind. Although it spoke in True Dragon Language, the tone was flat, without any modulation or a trace of emotion, it said, "What is your purpose for intruding into my secret realm?"
This was a kind of mental communication ability.
The Shadow Clone hesitated for half a second before replying, "I happened to discover the entrance of a void rift, so I came in to have a look."
"Lies."
The voice of the octopus-headed giant suddenly rose in pitch, instantly piercing through the lie.
An invisible fluctuation emanated from the giant's body, a mixture of rage and a cold, bloodthirsty aura that could invade the mind, yet it was very cautious, restraining its own emotions.
The Shadow Clone showed no fear, only feeling something eerie.
