A cold-faced young man in white holds a long sword in his hand.
This man has a fair complexion, handsome features, yet with an extremely indifferent expression, as if devoid of any emotions.
"This man is very strong!"
Ethan Smith's pupils slightly constricted. Even though this man was not moving, he could still feel the dangerous edge emanating from him.
Confronting him was like facing a sword that could stab at you any moment, making Ethan Smith's hair stand on end involuntarily.
"Is this man colluding with the demonic beasts?"
The young man did not answer Ethan Smith's words and turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him.
"This Black Tiger gave its demonic core for a life in exchange with this young man."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
Ethan Smith frowned, seemingly unable to escape the watchful eyes of this middle-aged man.
His divine sense was damaged, the impact on him was too great.
"If he conspires with the demon race, I will execute him."
