Several ancient races and members of the three major races of the Immortal Realm had clashed. Though these races had far fewer people, every one of them was fierce and astonishingly powerful. Before long, they had firmly seized the upper hand.
Perhaps Ling Tian's "reckless" probing had angered them. Seeing him standing there "blankly," a young cultivator from the Stone Spirit Race charged toward him, brimming with murderous intent.
Ling Tian glanced at Ming Ye and the others, who had already retreated to the back and were watching the show with interest. He muttered, "You ran off that fast? Didn't you say you wanted to investigate the secrets of these ancient races? Fine, run off if you want, but do you really have to watch so gleefully?"
"Brother Tian, you can do it!" Lian Yue cheered from behind, looking as if she couldn't wait for the world to descend into chaos.
"Heh, we can't kill these people, but we can at least beat them up, right? It'll also show off our strength and intimidate them. After all, we'll have to face them when it's time to fight over the divine artifacts. Showing our strength now will save us a lot of trouble later." As Ling Tian muttered, he began sizing up the expert from the Stone Spirit Race. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Huh? This guy's only just broken through to the Great Perfection of the Saint Immortal realm. How come his Law Power of the Earth Attribute is so dense?"
"This may be a special ability of the ancient races. It's quite unusual." Po Qiong's voice rang out, and he looked eager. "Ling Tian, I've heard that the Stone Spirit Race has astonishing defenses, and once they turn to stone, they're even more terrifying—comparable to divine artifacts. I wonder