"Sensing the severe blow you took, I was naturally awakened."
"Little one, there's no need for you to intervene in what happens next."
After the fiery-red figure offered this brief explanation, his gaze returned to Xuan Lang.
"To think I'd encounter such a formidable demonic beast immediately upon awakening. It seems even the heavens wish for me to have a proper battle."
"A Spirit Devouring Beast, still present on the Star War Battlefield... This is indeed shocking."
"However, even after cultivating for several hundred years, your cultivation is merely so-so. Compared to me, at least, you're still rather frail."
Xuan Lang stared coldly at the fiery-red figure before him. He could feel an immense intimidation, an absolute suppression stemming from a higher echelon of power.
Clutching his long spear, Xuan Lang adopted an attack stance, but he was secretly inching backward.
Wang Zhan saw his intent and quickly shouted, "Look out! He's trying to escape!"
