After all, as a "demon lord," if he cannot conceal his aura, how will he ambush others, play the mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the yellow sparrow behind?
Thus, when the White Bone Immortal silently approached the source of the fluctuation, he witnessed a shocking scene.
What did he see?
An Immortal.
To be precise, a True Immortal.
At this moment, this True Immortal was surrounded by circles of dead spirits.
The White Bone Immortal roughly counted, about fifteen dead spirits.
This was fifteen!
The power of the dead spirits wasn't very strong.
At most, they were about the same as an average True Immortal.
Their attack power was even less than an average True Immortal's.
However, if a dozen or so dead spirits gathered together, it was different.
These spirits were fearless and undying.
Once trapped, if he couldn't fight his way out, the True Immortal could perish.
Seeing this scene, the White Bone Immortal really wanted to escape immediately.
