With a thud, he fell to the ground, taking on the appearance of a sinister middle-aged man.
Rod's gaze sharpened; no wonder he sensed something off about White Wolf—it was indeed a doomsday believer.
He suddenly recalled that during the battle, it was this man who suddenly called a halt, leading to a temporarily dire situation. He originally thought it was a mistake made in haste, but now it was obviously intentional.
"Hehe, so you discovered me. No wonder they call you the legendary Demon Slayer, Qingyu."
The sinister man sneered.
"But capturing me is useless; I am just a speck of dust. What will crush you is a mountain."
Qingyu's face turned grim. She knew that asking him about White Wolf was now a slim hope, but she still clung to that last glimmer of hope and demanded, "Where is White Wolf?"
