"...."
Yang Ze quietly looked at the behemoth in front of him, whose personal panel had shattered his understanding of the world.
It was the first time he saw something with such an exaggerated panel.
Not to mention the fact that this thing in front of him was almost twenty-four thousand years old, the mere fact that it has two golden talents and one purple talent was enough to make him doubt his own existence.
For a moment, Yang Ze's mind stopped working. He didn't think about running away.
The behemoth in front of him was a 7th Grade Demonic Beast. A being whose strength rivals a Heaven Realm Powerhouse. Wishing to go up against was like smashing his head against the sun. Not to mention whether he could even do it, the mere fact that he would be disintegrated before he reaches the sun reminds a truth.
