"Is this the Guardian Beast of the Ancient Tower?"
Lu Qing looked at those powerful figures and finally understood why Zi Xiao and the others were so afraid to speak of them.
Indeed, the aura emitted by these Mutant Beasts was overwhelmingly powerful, enough for him to take seriously.
Especially those closest to the Ancient Tower, the ones with over ten feet of stature, made him feel bouts of palpitations.
"Indeed, these are the Guardian Beasts of this place." Qin Zheng said solemnly.
As he looked at the two pools of blood on the ground not far ahead, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.
"That day, Junior Sister Qing Zhu and the others were defeated when the formation was broken by that two-meter-tall ape in the middle."
At this moment, Ye Qingzhu and the others also showed sadness on their faces.
Because those two pools of blood on the ground were left by Zhao Gang and Wang Ming.
Lu Qing's gaze fell on the ape Qin Zheng mentioned.
