Yang Dengxian and the others looked at the countless hero spirits in the distance. They were like a small boat in a stormy sea that could capsize at any time.
However, in this sea, that person sat steadily on the fishing platform- completely unaffected by these hero spirits. Endless lightning swirled around his body. The spirits who tried to approach were directly destroyed by it before they could even get close.
Other than the halberd-wielding hero spirit, the other ones had no way of approaching this person.
"What dense divine power!" Hu Qingxuan's red lips parted slightly, and a look of disbelief flashed in her beautiful eyes.
All of them were already Minor Arcanes, and their cultivation bases could be said to be shocking. They don't look down upon even three to five of these spirits.
After all, most of these spirits were acting with resentment!