The Illusory Clan's head frowned, planning to once again predict the future.
He crossed his hands and instantly created a myriad of overlapping shadows. Amidst the endless afterimages, there seemed to be weak Waves trembling in the space.
Time and space formed an integral whole. This was the Illusory Clan's greatest art—Evolutionary Prediction—which allowed them to observe the flow of time from the changes to space.
The Illusory Clan's head seemed to have seen the changes to the world's future from the many ripples in space. His countenance changed suddenly, and he said to the other five clan heads, "It's not good. It's a extremely bad omen, and our chances of survival are very slim."
"Our chances of survival are very slim?" When Jacob heard the prediction the Illusory Clan's head made, he did not to let down his guard either. He said suspiciously, "To think that the expert who entered earlier is that powerful?"
