Who Told You There’s Only One of Me? The Three Powerful Souls Start to Attack

The Soul Refining Altar suddenly appeared inside the Astral Illusory Realm.

As Chu Kuangren was trapped inside, his soul energy was being continuously refined by the Violet Blood Pseudo Immortal. Meanwhile, the Immortal Progenies looked at each other while it happened.

"What a shame. There goes a top-tier Immortal Progeny."

Zi Feng shook his head in lament.

However, there was a look of delight on his face.

Although he did not hold any grudges with Chu Kuangren, he would not mind having one less opponent on his path to become an Immortal.

"You id*ot."

Jian Sanjue beside him suddenly remarked.

"What do you mean?"

Zi Feng's face turned grim.

"Do you truly believe that the Violet Blood Pseudo Immortal will let us go after he's done with Chu Kuangren? How naive of you."

Jian Sanjue said coldly.

'Who knows what kind of tricks that Pseudo Immortal still has up his sleeve?'