Bab 547: Atman Stage Corpse

David's pupils constricted as he gazed at Rutherford who was a few meters away from him. 

The other stream of divine sense he had felt was actually from Rutherford, and which meant that he wasn't as ordinary as he claimed to be. Probably during their clash previously, he held back, letting himself to be defeated. 

David smiled but the thick killing intent hidden within that smile could probably kill a grown man.

Within the enormous hall, the about hundred people stood with their teams.

"My divine sense is unable to peer through what's within the door way." Someone said with a knitted frown.

The others also nodded. "It's the same with me too."

"Same here."

"That can wait, let's deal with what is right before us first. How are we going to share the bodies?"