On the Bronze Platform, Xihe's eyes slightly narrowed, and it seemed as though Divine Fire leaped within her pitch-black pupils.
The member of the Witch Clan, Rushou, looked at the broken axe transformed into a spotty shadow, his expression turning extremely ugly.
Baili An, who had been largely ignored and despised, at this moment, finally attracted numerous cold, vigilant, and focused gazes.
Yet, these gazes did not fall upon him but rather on the nape of the youth's neck.
Those gazes were like heavy mountains or the sharp blade on a guillotine, scrutinizing the danger.
Zangxin lightly clapped his hands and stepped forward, his tone admiring, "Incredible, incredible, the legendary National Guardian Beast of the You Clan has been summoned. It seems you two really came prepared."
Baili An looked toward the demon man cloaked in a purple robe, keenly catching the mention of 'Central You Clan' in his words.
