"Lucky fellow, to have such a rare spirit beast!"
A hint of envy flashed through Snow Fazlin's eyes, and his chilling voice suddenly rang out, "Even if it's a high level Lord, it doesn't change the fact that all your clansmen have already been eliminated!"
"Bang!"
Just as Snow Fazlin's voice fell, a massive black shadow smashed through the roof and crashed heavily in front of everyone, causing the entire ground to seem to tremble for a moment.
A dark figure plummeted to the ground like a meteor, and the solid floor instantly shattered like a spiderweb. When the dust settled, everyone in the hall gasped in shock. At the center of the spreading cracks lay a withered tree demon, its branches mostly destroyed, barely clinging to life. Its only intact branch tightly bound two spiritual masters together.
And those two spiritual masters were none other than Snow Azrul and Snow Ahmad!
