Grey, who had previously been sitting in deep meditation with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
A sharp glint flashed across his pupils as his gaze instinctively shifted toward the distant horizon, the direction from which the enormous fleets were approaching.
Although the ships were still far beyond the limits of his vision, his spiritual senses had already perceived their arrival.
The moment his divine sense brushed against the approaching fleets, Grey's expression gradually became solemn.
He could sense several terrifying auras hidden within those flying fortresses.
Each one possessed a presence powerful enough to make his instincts scream in warning.
Compared to the cultivators he had encountered until now, these individuals were like blazing suns illuminating the heavens, while everyone else resembled nothing more than the pale glow of a full moon.
The difference between them was simply too vast.
Yet among all those overwhelming presences...
