For some reason, the middle-aged man vaguely sensed that if he did not drive away the three people before him, he would suffer a bloody calamity.
This was the sixth sense of a powerhouse. Besides, there were two people here whose cultivation he could not see through. Either they were ordinary people, or their cultivation realms were higher than his.
But if they were ordinary people, they could not possibly have come here. Yet if their cultivation realms were higher than his, the middle-aged man found that even harder to believe.
Though he was merely a soul clone of his main body, he still possessed the strength of a Late Heavenly Immortal. He had lived here for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, and only a few years ago had he encountered a crazy woman he could not defeat.
This was merely the True Spirit Realm. It was impossible for so many immortals to appear here. But his instincts could not be wrong, which was why he had told Little Black and the others to leave.
"So you are only a soul clone. No wonder you only have the strength of a Late Heavenly Immortal. Then your main body should be the Spirit Devouring Ancestral Demonic Dragon, right?"
Little Black had not noticed before that the middle-aged man was a soul clone. Only after arriving here did he realize that the man before him was merely a soul clone.
If that was the case, then the middle-aged man's main body was undoubtedly the Spirit Devouring Ancestral Demonic Dragon. Little Black immediately became curious about it.
After hearing Little Black's words, the middle-aged man immediately assumed an attacking stance, because this was the first time anyone had seen through his true identity.
Not even that crazy woman from