"Primordial Spirit Realm, is it?"
Ning Fan couldn't help but think of the Corpse Raising Ground, where the zombie elder of the Xuan Tian Sect was a master of the Primordial Spirit Realm.
Under the restraint of Divine Power, he handled more than ten rounds of the Divine Dragon's Triple Extreme Flash with just his physical body.
"Uncle, are you ready?"
As she spoke, Nannan licked her lips.
Though the little girl's actions looked cute and playful, to Ning Fan, it was the most terrifyingly sinister.
"Trying to devour my soul!"
Ning Fan's eyes turned cold; sitting and waiting for death wasn't his style. Even if the person in front of him was the legendary Ghost Immortal.
"Divine Dragon's Triple Extreme Flash!"
As Ning Fan's words fell, an invincible Divine Dragon appeared from his back.
"What an astonishing aura."
Barson's eyes filled with alarm; he sensed a trace of danger from the Divine Dragon.
"If it were me at my peak, I'd probably still avoid its edge."
