But if you stand directly in front of the Beast Control elder, you would notice that the wrinkles on the elder's face are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fiery breath is starting to burst out.
The neck and arms covered by the red robe begin to bulge with muscles.
The right hand that had been bitten by the little red snake is now pitch black, shining with a metallic luster under the faint moonlight.
"Heh... haha..."
"We've lost."
A difficult wheeze sounded.
In the ears of the Beast Control elder, the footsteps slowly approaching from behind finally changed!
The rhythm of those footsteps was disrupted.
It seemed there was underestimation towards him!
A gleam of light appeared in the eyes of the Beast Control elder.
Madness and cruelty flashed in those bloodshot eyes.
"I am Hector, the Beast Control elder of the Red Stone tribe..."
