As they watched the massive beast reach for the sky, its terrifying aura piercing the clouds, everyone present was shocked.
Feng Wuya and others revealed expressions of uncertainty on their faces, their breathing turned erratic, clearly holding deep apprehension towards the ferocious beast before them.
At that moment, a lazy voice called out, "Where did this big guy come from, looking fierce and vicious, what's it up to?"
"Yang Zhen?"
Feng Wuya and the others brightened up, turned their heads toward the source of the voice, and who else could it be but Yang Zhen?
Yang Zhen was lazing against a large rock, covered in dust, his clothes torn and ragged, appearing as if he had gone through a fierce battle, weak and powerless.
God knows what Yang Zhen had endured, his hair messy, his face displaying laziness as if he couldn't muster any strength.
