The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the ruined hall of the Tomb of the Demon God.
The White Beast was battling everyone single-handedly.
His face showed not a hint of fatigue.
Despite every strike from Tai Hui and the Tricorn being powerful enough to annihilate dozens of people of his current caliber.
The stacked buffs from someone who had lived for tens of thousands of years were already too many.
Based on the attributes of an Foreigner, he was now superior to anyone in the First World.
The White Beast glared at Rose.
A smile appeared on his face.
His grin resembled a wolf baring its teeth with delight.
"Do you know why I haven't attacked you yet, Rose?" the White Beast asked.
"Because in my eyes, you are already a dead person."
Rose's eyes were vacant.
She still held a talisman in her hand.
She was just waiting for the right moment to use it.
