A faint, almost imperceptible, yet heart-pounding killing intent filled the air.
Qin Feng stood silently in the center of the area, holding a solid black alloy staff.
This time, he didn't nervously look around like he had in the past, trying to spot the invisible enemy with his naked eye.
He simply closed his eyes, immersing his entire consciousness into perceiving the space around him.
Life Force Index: 532.
This was more than just a cold number. It represented that Qin Feng's five senses, his nerve response speed, and even his subtle perception of energy had all reached a terrifying new height, far surpassing his previous self.
In his perception, the entire space was no longer a simple interplay of light and shadow.
It was a delicate, balanced force field composed of countless Energy Particles.
The flow of the wind, the trajectory of dust motes, the ebb and flow of Spiritual Energy... everything was clearly reflected in the lake of his mind.
He was waiting.
