Liang Ming stared blankly at the shattered war beast on the ground, his face full of confusion.
Dead?
The ancient war beast painstakingly researched and created by the master he revered, dead just like that?
How is this possible?
One must know that the power of a war beast is enough to destroy a whole city.
And from the moment he entered the mist until this youth reappeared, it was merely a quarter of an hour.
If this is true, how powerful must this youth be?
This thought sent chills down his spine, waking him from his daze, then he looked at Xue An with a complex expression.
"Who are you exactly?"
This question was the shared doubt in everyone's mind at the scene.
Upon hearing this, Xue An laughed.
"Thinking of asking who I am now, isn't it a bit too late?"
Liang Ming took a deep breath, glanced deeply at Xue An, and finally lowered his head.
