"Is this all your power, my Elf King?"
By the Holy Tree Pool in the Elf Race Tribe.
Alvis, who looked rather disheveled with his bare upper body, had a faint smile on his face.
As if taunting, sometimes arrogant.
Step by step, he walked out of the messy pit, his eyes never leaving Lin Yi.
He relished the feeling of watching his prey slowly fall into despair.
But!
For some reason.
When he saw the calm expression on Lin Yi's face not far away, an intense unease suddenly struck his heart.
This puzzled him greatly.
Could there be anything a mere Fifth Transformation Chosen One could threaten him with?
He couldn't figure it out.
Could it be an illusion?
Meanwhile, millions of eyes either at the scene;
or through live streaming on the game forum;
were all focused intensely on the situation on the field.
Many people could sense.
Perhaps this turmoil of the Elf Race was about to reach its conclusion.
