Amid a burst of commotion, Bai Jiansheng's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly said, "Brother Ye, my apologies. I'll have to excuse myself for a moment!"
As he spoke, his figure had already vanished into thin air. Ye Xiwen was slightly puzzled and immediately flickered after him.
When he arrived, he found himself on a broad avenue. This world, this city, had once known boundless splendor. One could tell merely from streets as wide as plazas—if it had not once been incomparably prosperous, there would have been no need for roads this vast.
Two groups of people were confronting each other in the street. One group included Bai Jiansheng, along with a young woman of around twenty. Her skin was fair as snow, her lips crimson and teeth white, her delicate cheeks like those of a porcelain doll. Dressed in a long gown, she was breathtakingly beautiful. At that moment, she was gazing anxiously at the people opposite her.
Facing them was a group of beast-like people. Each resembled a wild beast standing upright, covered from head to toe in thick fur and far more powerfully built than ordinary humans. Yet their heads were those of beasts, making them look like beastmen that had not fully evolved.
The leader was a bull-headed beastman. He stood more than twice a man's height, towering and massive, with muscles coiling over his body like horned dragons. Two silver horns rose from his head, giving him an imposing appearance.
The moment Ye Xiwen saw him, he sensed an overwhelmingly powerful aura radiating from the bull-headed man. It was extraordinary and far from ordinary.
One of the bull-headed man's huge hands was clutching a figure—a handsome young man. His neck was gripped tightly, his face turning purple from suffocation. He could not move at all, as