The gasp from Grandma made Lin Qian hastily glance over, "Grandma, what happened?"
"A very strong aura is approaching us quickly, at least it's Entering Saint Realm," hearing her grandson's question, Yun Rong gravely responded, "This aura is both familiar and strange, very weird, and it makes one feel utterly repulsed."
"Just judging by the aura, the opponent seems extremely powerful, I'm afraid I might not even be confident enough to handle it," Yun Rong spoke with an incomparable heaviness in her tone, "If things turn south, you must escape quickly. Leave me to fend them off."
"Remember, when that happens, you must flee. Don't just stay idly in one place and waste your life."
Hearing his grandma talk like this, Lin Qian felt a pang of fear too—it seemed that the person rapidly approaching them was no easy foe.
At this moment, Lin Qian and the others all stared intently ahead with grave faces, silently waiting for the unknown mighty enemy to arrive.
