Lin Yue is here!
Though it's hard to see clearly, the one who flew out of the Ancient Secret Realm Gate riding a white dragon, soared into the sky, and then effortlessly decapitated over ten of Levik's wolves with unstoppable force, who else could it be but Lin Yue?
"Damn it, what on earth..." The brawny man holding two hammers was interrupted by a gust of wind from the ground. As the silver-gray figure flashed past, he felt a cool breeze piercing through his chest!
However, he didn't even have time to scream before feeling another storm, easily decapitating him, crashing to the ground.
In the brief seconds that followed, dozens more had fallen just like him, stabbed through the heart and beheaded.
Levik watched in horror at the terrifying white dragon in the sky, observing the silver-gray dragon-like mutant creature rampaging across the desert, and his carefully gathered "warriors"—like ravenous wolves—being bitten in the throat by silver-white lizards, he knelt down.
