"I'll wait. Give me your best shot."
Upon hearing Dwun's words, the Beast Lord snorted, feeling anger for being mocked like this. After all, none of his opponents ever dared to give him a breather, intending to kill him before his advantage accumulated to a certain extent.
Even if they all failed and were killed by him, the concept was still there. None of them dared underestimate him.
But now, Dwun casually awaited closer to a tornado, being constantly hit by the pebbles while he looked at him, motioning for him to hurry up.
"Just you wait. You won't even have a corpse remaining once I'm done with you." The Beast Lord snorted as the pufferfish began to suck in a tremendous volume of Origin Essence.
"It's beginning." A Martial Providence Stage cultivator from the Licalm race muttered, smiling as he looked at the Beast Lord's actions.
