Chapter 902 Eve of the Final Battle, Return to the Misty South

The silence in the cavern was a living thing, heavy and expectant. The pinpoint of malice Ricky Nan had sensed was no longer a distant premonition; it was a physical presence, coiling in the shadows just beyond the reach of the dim light. It was the cold breath of a predator that believed its prey was oblivious. Ricky stood unmoving, his expression placid, as if he were merely contemplating the stone walls. Yet, his senses were stretched taut, mapping every flicker of spiritual energy, every...