Davis held his head, blood emerging from his eyes as they dripped down his face.
He wiped them off with his sleeves before he dashed and flew off into the distance, looking for a suitable space. If he didn't enter the Immortal Emperor Stage, he felt like he could forget about surviving as whatever chances he had left to escape were utterly gone with Saintess Lunaria's disciples had left, and even the Heavenly Blight Hall was unreliable as he knew not to trust them fully.
They didn't show up for anything, not making even the slightest commotion.
Perhaps they were watching what he was capable of or had other plans since they had probably seen him together with the unknown Divergents. Either way, he didn't care about them and knew crossing his tribulation came first.
