Chapter 1000 A Beauty From The Spiritual Race

The figure in black robe slowly raised his hands, and the hundreds of spirit-manipulated beasts burst into an uproar. The sound of their cries was deafening. Anyone who witnessed such a scene would've been scared to death!

When the chaos began to die down, the figure in black robe suddenly uttered a strange tone, and all the spirit-manipulated beasts immediately shut up.

The figure in black robe then began to speak in a tongue Rocky wasn't familiar with.

'Is it from the spiritual race?' Rocky thought to himself. He figured this was the most logical answer, even though he hadn't seen which spiritual space the figure came from. If anyone could control all these spirit-manipulated beasts, it must be someone from the spiritual race.

'I wish I could understand what he's saying...' Rocky couldn't help but feel frustratingly curious. What on earth could he be talking about?

"Your homeland is being invaded by the despicable human race, and they're going to destroy everything. You can't sit still and wait for death. You must drive them out!" Suddenly, Rocky heard the Dragon-shaped Soul Beast talking in his head. It seemed to be translating the words for him!

Rocky's expression turned cold when he heard the words. Obviously, the mysterious figure wanted to provoke these spirit-manipulated beasts to attack the treasure hunting teams led by the six princes.

The mysterious figure suddenly waved his hand dismissively, and all the spirit-manipulated beasts in the valley immediately dispersed. But their movements were controlled, and they seemed to march in a formation as they retreated.

"Prince Woods might be in trouble, but I have no idea where he is now. I need to warn him," Rocky said anxiously. "If only I brought a spirit-manipulated beast that could send them a message..." Rocky frowned at the sudden turn of events. Not only was Prince Woods in danger, but his quest to find the spiritual treasure just got a whole lot more dangerous, with all these spirit-manipulated beasts roaming around. After weighing his options, he figured his best bet would be to keep on treasure hunting. After all, Woods was not alone, and the cultivators who were with him should be able to protect him. And with that, he turned around abruptly, with th

n her.

"Why shouldn't I? This is strange. To be honest, I've even seen the members of Heavenly Demon Clan!" Rocky replied with a faint smile.

"Oh, it seems that I have underestimated you. Who the hell are you? If you were able to see people from the spiritual race, you must be quite powerful," the girl asked hesitantly, driven by curiosity.

"Beauty, tell me your name first, and I'll tell you who I am. Otherwise, I refuse," Rocky said shamelessly.

"Humph, why should I tell you? I don't care who you are. You're about to die, anyway. I don't want to get all sentimental." The girl cast him an indifferent glance, and puckered her lips snootily.

"Oh, please don't be so cruel," Rocky coaxed gently. "Since I'm about to die, you're the last person I'll ever see. Why don't you just tell me your name? You must have incredible, supernatural power since you can drive so many spirit-manipulated beasts." Narrowing his eyes slightly, Rocky continued cautiously, "And I suppose that you must know about the spiritual treasure hidden in this Hell of Dragon Fang too, right?" Batting his eyelashes innocently, Rocky pouted at her, trying his best to look helpless.

"Of course I know!" the girl said indignantly.

"So it's real! There truly is a spiritual treasure here! Can you tell me where it is?" Rocky asked excitedly.

"Why should I tell you? Are we friends?" the girl asked coldly, not falling into his trap. She rolled her eyes at him.

"You don't know, do you?" Rocky tried to goad her.