A huge noise resounded from the impact of fist against fist, as though an explosion had taken place.0

Ling Gu howled, his golden hair standing on end. His wings forked open and slashed forward.0

Zhang Lie released a flurry of palm strikes to resist the golden wings.0

Within moments, the two combatants had exchanged dozens of blows. Golden lightning surrounded them; it looked as though two deities were duking it out in the heavens.0

Zhang Lie was shocked. Who was this? He had never heard or seen such a race in the fourth realm—in fact, he was quite confident that none existed in the dimensional world at large.0

While in battle, he scoured his memories and impressions. There were quite a few similar races, but none so frighteningly strong.0

He should have had some impression of a race as strong as the so-called spirit race. He knew that he hadn't reached the heights of cultivation in the fourth realm in his past life, that countless mysteries had been locked to him, but he should still have been aware of a race so strong. At the very least, this information should have been in the packet handed...0