"How can Fang Mo summon so many Heaven-tier mutant beasts? Is he a Holy Venerable?"
In the void, Black Flood Dragon watched the scene and murmured to himself.
"That shouldn't be possible, should it? Didn't the Holy Venerables only just arrive?"
Flame Eagle sounded puzzled and uncertain. He was actually beginning to believe it; Fang Mo really did carry the aura of a Divine Lord!
"He can't be a Holy Venerable!"
Just then, a cool voice rang out. The void rippled, and White Phoenix appeared before them, her expression grim. "We underestimated Fang Mo. He can actually form avatars of Desolate Ancient War Beasts, and even the weakest are at the middle Heaven-tier. The Heavenly Wolf Clan lost. He killed eight True Lords!"
"What? Eight True Lords?"
Black Flood Dragon's and Flame Eagle's expressions changed dramatically, while the other Heaven-tier mutant beasts also looked grave.
At that moment, they were not the only ones shocked. Silad was too.
"Damn it! How can Fang Mo summon so many powerful Heaven-tier mutant beasts?"
Silad watched the enormous Desolate Ancient War Beasts sweep across the battlefield like a storm crushing rotten wood, his eyes filled with fury. Those thirty-six battle beasts were on the verge of turning the tide. If they could not stop them, defeat was inevitable today.
Beep, beep, beep!
A piercing alarm sounded, and a huge red "DEAD" appeared on the screen displaying a Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior's vital signs.
"The Black Flame Blade King is dead!"
The calm announcement made everyone's scalps prickle. Another Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior had been killed by a battle beast.
"Why hasn't the Crimson Eye Sword Emperor made his move yet?"
Silad's expression was ugly, his anxious gaze fixed on the battlefield—or, more precisely, on Fang Mo. Chi Tong had been waiting