There happens to be no defense; it seems like a knife is held against your throat, yet you can't see it.
Clearly, the intuition is that experts from Dan Yang Heaven will arrive and wreak havoc, but they are nowhere to be found, unable to defend against, only awaiting death.
This unease and anxiety made him unable to sleep well at night.
A nightmare startled him awake twice in the middle of the night, both times frightened by news of a city being massacred.
"Huh..."
He exhaled a long breath, wanting to vent the anger born from his sense of powerlessness.
"...Let me have another look."
Chu Zhiyuan rubbed his brows, feeling a faint pain in the center of his forehead.
Even a day later, the fatigue from casting the Donghuan Saint Technique hadn't dissipated.
His eyes stared intently at Huang Zhengyang, his gaze quickly turning hollow.
Feeling uncomfortable under Chu Zhiyuan's vacant stare, Huang Zhengyang longed to turn away and leave.
