"A Nine Nether Earth Tiger!"
Long Potian seemed a little surprised. He hadn't expected Long Ao to have such a little guy with him.
"Long Ming, come back."
Shaking his head, Long Ao communicated with Long Ming, only to discover with a sense of helplessness that the little guy actually wanted to help him devour these Resentful Spirits.
He was startled. After all, even Long Fu was powerless against these Resentful Spirits, let alone the little guy. But before Long Ao could make a move, Long Ming's small body had already shot forward.
Long Ming was fast—incredibly fast—moving like a phantom. No matter how powerful the spirit, Long Ming would devour it without hesitation.
Ultimately, the two of them were quite lucky. If they had entered this tomb space several hundred years ago, they probably wouldn't have survived even the first wave of attacks.
