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 the hopes of slipping away without disturbing the robed figure.
However, before he could even take one step, a ray of spiritual light suddenly shot from the sky and transformed into a cage, imprisoning Rocky and Ken instantly.
Rocky's heart skipped a beat. Alas, despite being invisible, they were caught! Heaving a frustrated sigh, he turned around. To his surprise, the mysterious robed figure, who was standing on the protruding stone just moments earlier, stood right in front of him now.
"Show yourself! How dare a human being even try to get past me!" This time, this mysterious figure spoke a language that Rocky understood, Although the words spoken were harsh, the voice was like pleasant music to Rocky's ears.
"A woman?" Rocky had no choice but to reveal himself, along with Ken. Eyeing the mysterious figure suspiciously, he asked, "How did you find me?"
"Is it really so difficult?" The mysterious figure chuckled, which sounded fascinating. Rocky cleared his throat, despite having goose bumps at the sound of such a lovely laugh.
"Now that I've shown myself, why don't you take your veil off? I want to see the owner of such a sweet voice," Rocky said with a smile. He was curious not only about what she looked like, but also which spiritual race she belonged to. Hence, he tried to provoke her.
"You bastard! How dare you talk to me like that! Need I remind you that anyone who sees my face never lives to tell the tale? Do you still want to see my face?" the mysterious woman said, smiling playfully.
"It's a romantic thing to be killed by a beautiful woman. Death is inevitable, anyway. But before that, won't it be good fortune for me to see a beauty before I go?" Rocky replied calmly.
"You humans are really something. But you are right. You will surely die. So, I will grant you your last wish." The mysterious woman hesitated for a moment, then whipped off her hood.
Long pinkish-silver hair poured down like a waterfall, perfectly framing a fair, oval face. She was cute and small, with cheeks as pink as a flower in bloom. Her delicate features made her look like a doll, and her smile gave off a warm feeling, as though she'd never experienced hardship in her life.
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