Chu Mo was startled by the voice, his whole body tensed up instantly. Heaven Slaying appeared in his hand, radiating a cold light.
At this moment, a light gradually took shape before Chu Mo, slowly coalescing into a humanoid figure. Finally, it became more and clearer, and the image of a middle-aged man materialized before Chu Mo.
This middle-aged man looked quite ordinary, the kind that got lost in a crowd when he turned around. He was extraordinarily commonplace, so indiscernible that no feature could be singled out.
"Who are you?" Despite the man's ordinary appearance, Chu Mo remained cautious, staring at the sudden intruder with suspicion, he coldly asked.
"Me? I am the mysterious man you beings refer to or... the Realm Spirit." The man's extremely average face showed a faint smile as he looked at Chu Mo.
