That day.
Zhou Ling was cultivating inside his tent.
"Boss, we've spotted members of the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race."
Qi Jian Zhi entered the tent and spoke to Zhou Ling with a solemn expression.
"The Golden-Eyed Spirit Race has come?"
Zhou Ling raised his brows at those words.
Half a month had already passed since the Immortal City Stronghold had been established.
Yet the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race had remained utterly silent, which surprised him somewhat.
However, he had not been idle during this time either.
He had refined three Fourth Order Baleful Qi Absorption Stones, expanding the Immortal City Stronghold by more than twenty li in every direction.
At this pace, it would take less than two months for this fledgling Immortal City Stronghold to become a true immortal city.
Under such circumstances, there was no way the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race could remain patient.
Sure enough, they had come knocking now.
"Let's go take a look."
Zhou Ling raised his brows and said with a faint chuckle.
He had been waiting for the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race to come to him so he could earn more military merit.
Otherwise, taking the initiative to seek out the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race carried far too much risk.
With his current strength and the aid of his spirit flames, even fighting the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race within the Baleful Mist would not affect him much.
But he had to consider everyone else.
Some of them, like Qi Jian Zhi, did not possess particularly strong divine consciousness.
If they encountered the Golden-Eyed Spirit Race's Blood Soul suppression within the Baleful Mist, the danger would be considerable.
Thus, for everyone's sake, he still preferred a conservative strategy: waiting by the stump for a hare.
Moreover, he now had over forty thousand points in hand.
He was far ahead for