After An Bosi's flesh and blood splattered, the energy shield dissipated, revealing a man and a beast in it. Before everyone could see the true appearance of this magical beast, the huge magical beast turned into a stream of light and transformed into a mimic. A small, blood-red bracelet with an ancient aura wrapped around Beiting Huang's wrist.
A young man in exquisite black martial arts attire stood in the middle of the arena. The arena was clearly about three meters deep into the ground, and everyone was actually looking down at the young man. His slightly thin figure was so tall, like a god of war that had been reborn from ancient times, making people look up to her.
"Captain An Bosi is dead!"
In the silent crowd, someone shouted, and the entire square began to stir. Various voices could be vaguely heard, but no one dared to make a loud noise. Everyone looked at Beiting Huang with deep fear.
