Jin Ming Taoist halted his steps, and Han Yi followed suit.
Several hundred miles ahead in the void, ripples began to emanate. This subtle change was hard to detect even for an ordinary Golden Immortal, yet to Han Yi and Jin Ming Taoist, it was glaringly obvious.
Furthermore, it was clear that the other party did not expect to conceal their movements from the perceptions of Han Yi and Jin Ming Taoist.
Han Yi frowned, "The Black Realm?"
Jin Ming Taoist sneered coldly, "It must be those rats."
Han Yi could sense that hidden within Jin Ming Taoist's cold laugh was a stormy rage, indicating that he, too, had some history of grievances with the Black Realm.
As the two clashed with their Immortal Sense, the ripples that lay ahead began to transform.
