"This magical beast you've won back with your life, now used as a sacrificial beast, you should feel proud, right? Hahaha..."
Yang Kun laughed proudly and arrogantly.
Walking with the power and grace of a dragon or tiger.
He carried the beast bag containing the Silver Winged Sword Dragon in both hands, kneeling step by step as he walked towards the altar.
He solemnly placed the beast bag on the altar.
Yang Kun stood up, took a long breath, and with a disdainful glance towards Xiao Yi, sneered, "President Xiao, don't be in a hurry. In a moment, I'll let you see with your own eyes, what this magical beast that you traded your life for has become!"
Bang!
Xiao Yi's body shuddered, and the bricks beneath his feet instantly shattered.
His eyes narrowed to slits, fixated on the beast bag on the altar.
