"Basil Jaak, since you've come, why, don't you dare to climb the mountain?"
Woodrow Sullivan looked at Basil Jaak a hundred meters away, scoffing coldly.
Unexpectedly, Basil Jaak really came alone, and now with both him and his master Dana present, even if there were an ambush laid down at the foot of the mountain, it would be of no use. Today, not even a god could save Basil Jaak!
Basil Jaak slowly walked up the mountain, laughing, "What a joke, as the young master, once I've accepted the challenge, naturally I would come. But what about you, didn't we agree to meet alone? Why did you bring someone with you, could it be that he's your backup?"
Although Basil Jaak was speaking in a joking manner, his gaze never left Dana.
At this moment, Dana had his back to him, and Basil Jaak could only see a slender silhouette.
However, no sooner had Basil Jaak finished speaking than Dana slowly turned around.
"Such a powerful aura!"
