A day naturally passed in the blink of an eye.
When the second day arrived, Yang Chen led Cheng Lin and his own forces, following Lin Bo all the way to the border region.
This border region had always been sparsely visited—a desolate desert. Only when humans and the foreign races went to war would great disturbances arise, and only then would the border become lively.
But under the present circumstances, the place was still utterly empty. There was not a soul in sight; let alone foreign races, there was not even a shadow to be seen.
It was precisely because of this that the crowd began questioning him. "Lin Bo, what is going on? Didn't you say you understood the situation clearly? Why is there no one here?"
"Yeah, Lin Bo, where are they?"
Everyone's eyes turned toward Lin Bo.
Only Yang Chen remained unhurried, looking as though everything was within his expectations. As if there could really be people here. If there were, could it still be called an ambush?
Lin Bo pretended not to understand. "I'm not sure what's going on either. Wait here for a moment while I take a look around. This shouldn't be happening."
The others did not grow suspicious. Who could have expected that the moment Lin Bo left them, he would take off running, racing into the distance.
Seeing this, the crowd was baffled. "Lin Bo, what do you mean by this?"
"Lin Bo, why are you running away?"
At last, the group realized something was wrong. Then Lin Bo slowly sauntered back from afar.
No, calling him Lin Bo now no longer seemed appropriate. He should be called a member of the Giant Beast Clan.
Indeed, when Lin Bo returned, his true form had already been revealed. He had transformed into