"What do you mean?" Su Chen raised an eyebrow.
"It's intuition." Di Qing's voice was even heavier: "It's just a vague intuition. Especially since the Ancient Relic Species have already been integrated by the Extraterritorial Celestial Race. These past two days, the Divine Martial Continent has been eerily silent."
"Indeed, it's eerily silent." Su Chen nodded. When he and Old Mu had just returned from the Ningtian Continent, he couldn't sense a trace of the Extraterritorial Celestial Race's aura in the air of the Divine Martial Continent, which was highly unusual.
Could it be that the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race disappeared, went extinct overnight? Obviously not. Then, there's only a second possibility: the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race that resides on the Divine Martial Continent must have gone into hiding, seemingly deliberately low-key.
This is a sign that a great battle is imminent.
