"Destroy my Hong Alliance? I'm afraid you're not capable of that!"
A calm voice, laced with indifference and a bone-chilling killing intent.
When the voice rang out, every expert inside the tent froze. The atmosphere instantly turned frigid.
It was as if a block of Ten Thousand Years Cold Ice had been placed in the center of the tent.
The very air seemed to stagnate.
"Who?"
Someone roared angrily.
This person was an expert from a War Race Tribe, a powerful War General comparable to a human genius of the Primordial Embryo Realm.
The War Race was inherently bloodthirsty and bellicose.
When someone dared to provoke him, he gave them no quarter, striking immediately with lethal intent.
"Be careful!"
Yeban's expression tightened, and he was about to step in to help.
