It Really Was a Disguise

Xiao Fan had yet to break through level 100. At his current level, there was no way he could withstand the overwhelming pressure released by a level 350 Magic Beast.

The instant that pressure spread, an incomparably heavy force crashed down upon him.

Xiao Fan felt as though his chest had been ruthlessly crushed beneath a ten-thousand-pound boulder. His organs churned faintly, his chest ached unbearably, and breathing became immensely difficult. It was as if an invisible hand had clamped tightly around his throat; every breath came with bone-piercing resistance. His muscles and bones trembled under the pressure, and even the strength to raise a hand was nearly stripped away.

He forced himself to think of a response, but the moment the thought arose, the suffocating, terrifying pressure enveloping his body abruptly vanished without a trace.

The shackles weighing on him disappeared out of nowhere. Xiao Fan sucked in great gulps of air, but before he could ease the stifling discomfort in his chest, a deafening beastly roar like thunder exploded beside his ears.

Xiao Fan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly looked up. Directly before him stood the menacing Red-Gold Behemoth.

Yet the sight before him far exceeded his expectations.

The Red-Gold Behemoth's enormous, burly body was completely prostrated on the ground, pressed heavily against the dirt. Its thick limbs shook uncontrollably, and even its massive body trembled without stop.

Within its huge, bell-like eyes remained only terror and fear so thick they seemed impossible to dispel.

It was not looking at Xiao Fan before it. Instead, its frightened gaze was fixed tightly on the tiny figure resting on Xiao Fan's shoulder—Zijin.

"P-Pure-blooded Magic Beast... How is that possible?!"

A hoarse, trembling roar squeezed from the Red-Gold Behemoth's enormous throat, filled with incredulous shock. Its huge head shook repeatedly, its