"Huh? What's that thing?"
Chu Ming furrowed his brow as he sensed a strange soul fluctuation within his spiritual sense range. It didn't resemble the Human Race, nor did it resemble the Demon Race or Demon Tribe.
Whiz!
Chu Ming's body flickered, disappearing instantly from his spot and reappearing at the edge of a piece of wasteland, where a phantom human-like figure was aimlessly wandering.
Boom!
Chu Ming suddenly took action, with the entire sky's spiritual power transforming into a gigantic palm, directly crushing the green phantom figure.
Whiz!
A pale green pearl floated out from the spirit body, filled with abundant spiritual power. Chu Ming grasped it in his right hand.
"This should be a Spirit Pearl!"
The remnant spirit of the Ancient Sword Emperor within Chu Ming's dantian said faintly.
