Having lost an arm, Mr. Bai was so enraged his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Kill them!"
ROAR!
Without the suppression of the Crystal Stones, the beast soul energy of every beastman was unleashed. The inner city had turned into a brutal killing field, a stage for a life-or-death struggle.
Qiao Yi carefully set Qiao Ang down on the ground.
"Stay behind Langqi."
"Okay! I'll cover Langqi's rear!"
Qiao Yi froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "That's my grandson, all right. Good."
Qiao Ang paused, taken aback, but quickly shook it off and threw himself wholeheartedly into the fight.
Mr. Bai, riding his Golden Eagle Beast, climbed higher and higher, attempting to escape the battlefield. But soon, he felt his mount go still.
Mr. Bai's heart leaped in alarm. He whipped his head around, eyes wide, and met a pair of black eyes brimming with a sinister aura.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"You're courting death."
