Passing the obstreperous huts that felt like a chaotic whirlpool and the underground hominoids who had covered themselves tightly with capes, Li Yao sensed the air of an upcoming storm from the seemingly peaceful streets.
Unusual high-frequency vibrations filled the air. Deep inside the darkness of the dilapidated alleys, people sitting cross-legged on the ground were everywhere. They must've all entered the state of telepathy, passing the clandestine signals regarding the riot tomorrow and conducting the last preparations.
It was exactly like a volcano where magma was about to rise to ten thousand meters tall. The intense smoke had been gathered in the crater, and nothing could prevent it from roaring.
It was exactly in such intense reverberation of brainwaves that Li Yao and Long Yangjun reached the home of Xu Zhicheng, the Grand Guardian of Nepenthe.
