The Divine Calculator displayed the demeanor of a con artist. Whether he truly foresaw something or there indeed was such a matter, he now wore a face full of dread, with eyes fixed dead ahead at that giant city.
"A blood disaster, if we enter the city, we're doomed to misfortune!"
Chen Nan glanced at the ink-dyed darkness overhead, pointing with a finger: "Otherwise, why don't we just go back?"
Remembering how long it took them to reach the bottom of the Heavenly Cutting Abyss and encountering the Gang Wind in the darkness, nearly losing their way, the Divine Calculator no longer wished to experience it a second time.
Every encounter with the Gang Wind was more unbearable than death, so he shook his head repeatedly: "Not going back, not going back."
Then he looked at the giant city, his gaze had changed: "This Daoist doesn't believe there's any Great Demon here, could there possibly be a second Demon Ancestor?"
"If there truly is, this Daoist will act on behalf of Heaven!"
