Gao Xin's appearance, like a ray of morning light piercing through the fog.
Made everyone's eyes brighten, a surge of heat rose from the spine and rushed into the brain, causing tingling on the scalp.
This was a thrilling moment when anticipation was suddenly satisfied.
"He's here! He's really here."
"Our call was effective."
"He can hear our voices."
"But why did he appear from that person? And not from Kerry?"
"That's the enemy, didn't you see that the Tiger Level was almost dead?"
People who saw Gao Xin were extremely excited, couldn't help but flock over here, almost forgetting the battle.
Even with a formidable enemy present, it seemed no longer important.
Gao Xin was now in the form of Light Mist, and the energy fluctuations were actually very weak; if converted, it was only equivalent to True Tiger Level.
Because this host was Tiger Level.
