Even though he didn’t admit to his fear, Han Sen’s hair stood on end.

A few puny cyan lightning bolts had appeared from under his skin, but now slithered back into him in a slow, meticulous manner.

It was as if he was afraid that Nie Tian would be displeased and make a killing move.

Han Sen examined himself with his soul awareness, and found that his bloodline was currently suppressed by Nie Tian’s bloodline, and couldn’t spark any interest in fighting ...