Grass, a type of plant.
Wang Jixuan had just asked Mu Dan to connect the communication when a giant close-up of the Blade Beast's mouth suddenly appeared on the projection screen;
The visual impact of those rings of sharp teeth and green flesh...
The Daoist and everyone present almost threw punches at the air.
The Blade Beast retreated, and its mouth moved away, revealing several men.
Beast God Sect?
Just as the Daoist had this thought, one of the men suddenly spoke up, stating his identity.
It was a voice that was hard to listen to, reminiscent of the sound of metal scraping.
Galino.
"We meet again," 'the man' said softly, "Black Storm, King Zheng."
The Daoist nodded with a smile.
By now, everyone had gathered behind him, standing on either side, staring at the several men on the screen.
