The Conquest of the Purple-Grade Spirit

With spirits lurking everywhere outside, it climbed to the palace rooftop, peeking down through a crack.

The human strode up to the purple-grade spirit seated on its throne, ignoring the wary blue-grade spirits behind him who dared not make a move.

The purple-grade spirit let out a furious roar.

This damned human had invaded its territory and killed so many of its followers.

Dominating the Immortal Palace wasn't easy. It needed allies and had to secure strategic territories; its followers weren't just front-line fighters, but also suppliers of essential energy orbs.

Without improving its strength, it knew it would eventually be devoured by a stronger spirit.

Kenny Lin didn't understand a word of what the purple-grade spirit was saying, nor did he care.

All he knew was that the little spirit had proven useful—it had led him straight to a purple-grade spirit's domain.