"What kind of freak is that human? Not only is the angel terrifyingly powerful, but even the elf's strength is not inferior to the angel."
"This Demon Race is close to Totem Tier Two, yet it was instantly killed by the elf!"
"Where did this human genius suddenly emerge from!"
"If he continues to participate in the Totem Level matches, wouldn't that mean..."
"That the Divine Patterns might be taken by the Human Race, the weakest of races!"
The whispers spread like a plague around the arena.
The previous disdain and ridicule towards Gu Xing have turned into fear, suspicion, and a subtle panic.
However, Vera, at the center of the discussion, remains indifferent to the chaos.
Her eyes, as cold as an ancient cold pool, lock onto the Cold Snake at the head of the Fierce Beast camp.
A tangible killing intent spreads without concealment.
If not for these Fierce Beasts...
She would still be in Gu Xing's embrace, feeling the warmth of her master.
But now...
