In the sky, that massive ancient beasts's four enormous claws had already crawled out of the seal, its body erupting with a desolate aura from the ancient times, and a pair of blood-red eyes filled with ice-cold killing intent. It stared intently at Chu Mo on the arena below, its mouth wide open revealing sharp teeth, as copious amounts of viscous saliva dripped down from the beast's mouth.
Aooo!
Another roar, sounding like thunder.
At the edge of the arena, Lord Hongyue stood silently, showing no intention of intervening.
In the stands, a faint ripple of emotion surfaced in Long Qiushui's eyes.
It was an expression of vindication!
If previously he had only looked down on Chu Mo with disdain, now, he despised him intensely.
Because he was very clear about the kind of reputation he would gain after this battle.
