This ancient Spirit Race seemed somewhat unworthy of its vast reputation. If this was all the strength they possessed, then finding out information about the Asura Seven Treasures would be as easy as taking something from a bag.
A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and his mood instantly felt extremely relaxed. But this pleasant feeling did not last more than a few breaths before spatial fluctuations abruptly arose.
Two figures appeared within sight.
A man and a woman.
The man was an old man with a childlike face and crane-white hair, kind brows and benevolent eyes. At a glance, he had the bearing of an immortal, and one could tell at once that he was someone of great ability.
A Tribulation Transcendence Middle Stage cultivator!
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression instantly became extremely ugly. One had to know that the other party was a member of the ancient Spirit Race; his strength far surpassed many beings of the same rank.
Moreover, judging by the density of his magic power, he was likely already at the peak of the middle stage.
In terms of realm, he was roughly comparable to himself, but his true strength was probably far beyond that of an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage cultivator. Although he still could not compare to a top-tier mighty figure like Nailong True Person, he was already terrifying to the extreme.
A formidable enemy!
This fellow was absolutely stronger than the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother he had once slain. Although Lin Xuan was no longer what he had once been, facing him, he still would not dare say he had absolute confidence. Within the Spirit Race, such a powerful expert had actually been hidden. Just now, he had been far too blindly