Yet facing an ordinary Four-Armed Sea Demon, it might not be the case.
Just by probing a little, he couldn't help but reveal himself.
He would rather expose himself, just to make me wait.
Was he trying to fool me?
Or did he want something from me?
Yu Ziqing's thoughts raced as he considered the ostensibly useless Natural Mysterious Array replication.
No matter how he looked at it, the Natural Mysterious Array seemed like a selection device.
An old fellow like Yang hadn't noticed anything wrong, but as soon as he slightly sensed it, he detected that slight discordance.
And the resonance of the seven hundred and twenty orifices…
Yu Ziqing thought that perhaps only those like him, who had opened all seven hundred and twenty orifices, could sense that discordance and capture the change in rhythm.