Chu Mo's second primordial spirit even felt a bit of stinging pain. The opponent's strength far exceeded his imagination. Chu Mo maneuvered his second primordial spirit to dodge left and right, but that cold intention was always locked onto him like a tarsal maggot.
Then, a figure emerged from the darkness, eyes flashing with a strange glow, gazing at Chu Mo's second primordial spirit, "Your second primordial spirit is very solid. Ordinary Spirit Refining stage cultivators definitely can't reach your realm!"
Chu Mo looked at the unfamiliar face before him and slightly furrowed his brow, "Who are you? Have you been following me these days?"
"Who I am is not important. What's important is, who are you?" The person's voice was somewhat cold.
"I am just an ordinary cultivator from the Immortal Realm." Chu Mo glanced at the person, "And I have no quarrel or grievance with you, right?"
