Chapter 144: A Trap?

Now, Bruce couldn't risk provoking these hidden demi-gods. If news of his control over the brood and its Zerg-like destructive potential spread, it could alarm these powerful entities, making them his foremost adversaries, possibly even before any local legends reacted.

The thought alone was daunting.

Three days later, Phelps managed to secure the spatial coordinates of the dungeon where Weima's mother was confined. However, the revelation gave Bruce a profound sense of unease, a foreboding feeling that perhaps tied to his near-divine instincts, warning him of impending danger.

Bruce scrutinized Phelps's demeanor, searching for any hint of deceit or error, but Phelps appeared genuinely unaffected.

"What's with that skeptical look, Bruce? Don't you trust me?" Phelps retorted, irritation flaring at the implied doubt in Bruce's gaze.