Deep within the Ghost Race encampment.
Shade was meditating with eyes closed when he suddenly snapped them open, his sharp gaze piercing through the Void, directly towards the Azurefox Clan's domain.
As a Totem Level warrior, he had a certain sensitivity to many things beyond mundane perception.
Just moments ago, an ominous wave was closing in on the Azurefox Clan territory.
"Azurefox..." Shade muttered softly, his brows tightly knit.
The Azurefox Clan Leader Luna Crimson is also a Totem Level being...
What could threaten the Azurefox Clan...?
Only a vicious beast!
Shade suddenly rose, his black robe fluttering without wind.
He immediately thought of the Nine-Hells Centipede King residing nearby...
Its territory was not far from the Ghost Race.
Space rippled as Shade stepped into the Void.
In an instant, his figure appeared above the lair of the Nine-Hells Centipede King.
"Indeed, not here..."
