"He was able to detect my presence."
Cain could not help but feel a flicker of genuine interest. Despite the leader's brutal appearance—his towering frame, jagged armor of living flesh, and the savage aura rolling off him—the man carried a wisdom and perception that far surpassed his ferocity.
"Dangerous."
Cain paused for a moment, gathering his will. Then, without hesitation, his voice echoed across the crimson sea.
"Who are you," he demanded coldly, "and why do you dare to interfere with my cultivation!?"
His voice was sharp and merciless, carrying an immense amount of power and pressure. The words reverberated through the sky itself, compressing the air and shaking the blood ocean beneath. The weaker warriors in the group instantly paled; several staggered back, vomiting blood as their organs rebelled against the sheer weight of Cain's presence.
