The Ghost Clan already had the bloodline of a superior.
There were very few races that could suppress the Ghost Clan's bloodline!
Now, he was in the Low Latitude Realm, a place filled with ants.
Xie Nan felt it again!
A scorching aura rose in the entire Boundless World.
In Lin Jie Mountain, the trees were burning out of thin air!
For a moment, the flames on Boundary Mountain surged!
It was as if a sea of fire had appeared between heaven and earth!
He Wuwei's face was filled with shock. He looked up into the sky and cupped his hands. "May I know who you are, senior? Can you come out and meet me?"
Even the Sect Master had never experienced such a level of pressure!
Why would such an expert appear in such a barren place like the cultivation civilization?
Were they also here for the resources here?
He Wuwei ruled out this idea first.
