Bab 170: Demon Heirs Gathered

About a hundred feet away from the blood pool, a cultivator with a buzz cut sat in a lotus position. There was a thick black spear embedded in the ground beside him - it was even taller than Su Zimo.

The buzz cut cultivator had his eyes closed. Breathing steadily, his face was sharp as a knife and his upper body was bare. Every single inch of his muscles shone with a bronze luster, as though watered by molten steel, it gave off a feeling of strength.

There was no one within a radius of 100 meters around the person - there was only the long, thick spear.

The moment Su Zimo saw that person, he felt an immense pressure!

It was an unrestrained, violent aura that dominated the entire place!

"That person is very strong!"

Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat.

Even though the presence of the ancient spirit lock formation meant that one could only rely on their melee combat skills, Su Zimo was not invincible.