The Yellow Springs Ghost Mother's eyes went wide, her face filled with disbelief. Though there were many avian True Spirits, the top five had gathered here all at once.
For a moment, she nearly felt her soul scatter in terror.
And the nightmare was not yet over. A round of golden blazing sun emerged, and within that sun, a faint shadow gradually sharpened from blur to clarity.
It bore some resemblance to a common crow of the mortal world, yet it had three legs, and the color of its feathers was a noble, dazzling gold.
Golden Crow!
The Yellow Springs Ghost Mother's voice was filled with venom, yet the fear on her face was undisguised. This was already the sixth kind of True Spirit.
Yet before she could digest this terrifying scene, the cry of a dragon immediately entered her ears. Golden radiance then flared, and a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon appeared in the void.
That aura, that expression—it was absolutely a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, not a Flood Dragon of the Demon Race.
Damn it!
Just what sort of move was this brat using? Although these illusory things could not compare with true True Spirits, they still emitted a terrifying aura no weaker than an early-stage Tribulation Transcendence expert.
And aside from their slightly weaker auras, in every other respect, they truly seemed almost no different from True Spirits. They were definitely no ordinary conjured objects.
She had never heard of such a move.
Even descendants of True Spirits could not accomplish this!
And how could one person possibly possess so many kinds of True Spirit Blood at the same time?
One had to know that True Spirit bloodlines were incomparably powerful, and thus they also repelled one another. She had never heard of so many kinds of True Spirit Blood