"You think you can escape after taking something from my Ghost Realm? Unless you don't return to the Heavenly Realm, you're doomed!"
The aura emanating from the black-clad man was daunting beyond imagination.
His voice was almost unrestrained, and the previous Nascent Soul Cultivator, along with several surrounding Nascent Soul to Divine Spirit transformations, all heard his self-muttering.
The Nascent Soul Cultivator paused in his tracks and quickly swiped his Space Ring.
The rest of the Nascent Soul to Divine Spirits immediately scattered in all directions to escape.
One of the Divine Spirits even shouted loudly, "Invasion from the outside, report to the Heavenly Realm Guards immediately!"
However, what sent chills through their entire bodies was that the black-clad man seemed oblivious to their actions and did not stop them.
"You Ming, that useless fool, can't even guard the Tower of Myriad Realms properly. No wonder after thousands of years, he has made no progress..."
