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When an ancient warrior clad in Mountain Pattern Armor stepped out of the alley, both the Terror Devils and humans fell silent for a moment.
Their figure was so abnormal that, at first, the Terror Devils could not determine whether this person was human at all.
The surrounding flames were bright, but their shadow was exceptionally solid, twisted, and anomalous. Behind the warrior, a humanoid phantom with six arms flickered briefly.
In the next second, glowing red eyes and maws with sharp teeth appeared from the shadows.
It was....
"It's actually a Tingdaros Hound!" an official player murmured, naming the entity.
It was an ancient being from a strange space between lines and corners, the nightmare of time-space travelers, guardian of the river of history, and a fearsome existence that relentlessly hunts its prey.
Tingdaros Hound!
And the Green Lion halted its aggressive advance cautiously.
