Zhu Huo's Contempt

"People of the Hun Clan, let this old dragon have some fun with you."

A deep, vigorous voice rang out.

The space in the arena suddenly collapsed into a black-hole vortex, and enormous dragon-shaped magical beasts emerged from within.

Roar!!!

They looked down upon Elder Hun Mo, releasing deafening dragon roars that seemed to press down like massive mountains.

"This is!?"

Elder Hun Mo's pupils shrank. The instant he saw those dragon shadows, an expression of extreme shock appeared on his face.

Before he could think further, the space twisted and trembled once more.

Then Yao Ming appeared, followed by groups of snake-type magical beasts of varying sizes, all radiating formidable auras.

"Senior Zhu Huo, your speed truly is as swift as lightning. Even though Yao Ming set off ahead of you, I still had no way to catch up."

Seeing the dragon-shaped magical beasts that had already arrived, Yao Ming spoke to the white-haired elder in red robes among the three leaders.

"Clan Chief Yao Ming, there is no need to flatter me. Since we have all come to aid Devouring Owl Saint, we shall naturally give it our all."

Zhu Huo stroked his beard as he spoke.

"Hehe... Senior Zhu Huo is right."

Yao Ming nodded with a smile.

Faced with an expert far beyond himself, he could only sigh inwardly. The Ancient Void Dragon Clan truly deserved to be an overlord clan that had existed since ancient times. Its foundation was so profound that the Nine Netherworld Python Clan could not possibly compare.

Then Yao Ming turned his pair of faintly glowing green eyes toward Elder Hun Mo.

The other man was stronger than him. Fortunately, Senior Zhu Huo had acted today; otherwise, even if he did not die, he would have been left half-dead.

"Damn it,