The Real Black-Robed People

Su Ming did not attack. He sat on the mountain on the seven-colored planet, and with sparkling eyes, he stared at the planet in the distance. With his level of cultivation, he could see everything on the battlefield clearly.

Most of the time, his gaze landed on the two black-robed people, and when he narrowed his gaze, great fighting spirit was hidden within it.

He had fought against their companion before, but that was in an illusion and not real. Back then, he had killed the black-robed man, but a lot of time had passed since then, and Su Ming had become much stronger. Because of it, he wanted to know just what would happen when he faced off against the black-robed people and the Ancient Gods with the seven stars at the center of their brows.

'I wonder would I get more from absorbing an Ancient God's life force and soul, or a planet's?' As brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes, and the fighting spirit in him grew even stronger.