Slowly, an idea began forming in his head.
A terrible, dangerous, incredibly reckless idea.
"…You better still be asleep in five minutes," Han Yu whispered.
Because if not?
He was going to need every ounce of dumb luck he'd ever stolen from the heavens.
With that in mind, Han Yu pressed his back against a jagged crystal, the glow from the mineral pulsing in tune with his anxious heartbeat as if mocking him.
He studied the massive beast nestled in the center of the crystal forest with the focus of a man examining his own executioner. Even from a distance, the sheer spiritual pressure it gave off was crushing—dense, like molten stone pressed into the air itself.
Just like the snake from before.
"A Core Condensation Realm Beast? No… it's more. It's like the snake. That means... Nascent Soul realm," Han Yu muttered, eyes narrowing. "There are two of them down here?"
