Buzzzzz.
The White Little Bowl Ye Han drew into his hand released astonishing spirit light and blazing radiance, drawing the Devil Race cultivator's corpse, divine soul, and nascent soul inside. His expression remained calm as he looked at the four cultivators...
The four Immortal Race cultivators exchanged glances. They simply could not discern the cultivation level of the man before them, yet he had so easily killed the Devil Race cultivator who had hounded them so mercilessly...
They immediately realized that Ye Han's cultivation far surpassed that Devil Race cultivator's. Could he be a Mahayana Stage cultivator?
Was the Great Hell about to open again?
No wonder the number of high-level cultivators on the Immortal-Demon Battlefield had increased considerably lately.
Still, this senior wore their ancestors' Golden Armor, and the astonishing Immortal Race aura emanating from him proved that he was a mighty member of their race...
They should have heard of someone like him, however, yet they had never heard of him at all. That meant he most likely did not belong to the Heavenly Spirit Realm's Immortal Race...
Calculating the time, the opening of the Great Hell was indeed drawing near...
His cultivation and divine abilities were so formidable that, even if he were not truly an Immortal Race cultivator, they would not dare defy him in any way...
The Devil Race cultivator who had hounded them so mercilessly had not lasted even a few moves against him. They did not dare show this senior any disrespect, much less attack him...
Moreover, the moment he spoke, he had said he needed them to do something. Most likely, he had not come specifically to save them, but genuinely had a task for them. If they served this senior well, they might receive considerable benefits.
Thus, the female cultivator bowed