Jiang Man stood his ground, watching the Ling Hua Immortal Spirit.
She was summoning her subordinates—the ones in black robes.
Jiang Man didn't stop her. This was a good opportunity to see just how many of them there were.
He could also find out how much more Spiritual Source he could earn.
'As for the danger…'
'Do the Ling Hua Immortal Spirit's subordinates even have Primordial Spirits?'
'Even if they did, they'd be no match for me.'
'Especially not in a place filled with my Arrays.'
'The Ling Hua Immortal Spirit herself is destined to meet her bitter end here, so what chance do her subordinates have?'
As the Ling Hua Immortal Spirit's power radiated outward, figures began to materialize outside the ruined temple.
All of them were clad in black robes, standing respectfully.
A grim, murderous aura enveloped all of them.
It was as if they were ready to charge into battle at any moment.
Seeing this, even Jiang Man, who had been dismissive, was momentarily taken aback.
