A young man in white clothes had a cold and stern expression, holding a long sword in his hand.
This person was fair and handsome, but his expression was tremendously indifferent as if he had no emotions.
"This person is very strong!"
Qin Yu's pupils slightly constricted. Even if this person did not move, he could still feel the dangerous sharpness on his body.
Facing him resembled facing a sword that could stab at him at any moment, and it caused Qin Yu's hair to stand on end.
"Does this person have an alliance with Demonic Beasts?"
The young man did not reply to Qin Yu. He turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him.
"This black-striped tiger traded his demon core for his life to make a deal with this young man."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
Qin Yu frowned. It seemed that his every move could not escape the middle-aged man's eyes.
The damage to his divine sense had a significant impact on him.
