Soul Race Life Form!

Chu Zhou crazily collected soul stones in the Black Mountain Mystic Realm. He had the strength to scrape the ground and pluck the feathers of a goose.

Suddenly, a large amount of strange gray fog surged towards Chu Zhou.

The surging gray fog seemed to be manipulated from behind the scenes. It surrounded Chu Zhou from all directions, leaving him nowhere to hide.

There were also dense soul slaves that walked out of the gray fog and surrounded Chu Zhou.

"Is the person who secretly controlled the soul slave about to appear?"

Chu Zhou stopped and watched this scene calmly.

"You're quite calm!" A cold voice came from the gray fog.

Then, Chu Zhou saw a figure emitting a milky white light.

This figure seemed to be formed from a ball of white light. It had all four limbs, but there was no flesh or facial features.