But if one stood directly in front of the Beast Control Grand Elder, one would see the wrinkles on the old man's face disappearing at a visible rate, while scorching breaths began to pour from his nostrils.
The neck and arms concealed beneath his red robe began to bulge with muscle.
The right hand that had been bitten by the little red snake was now pitch-black, gleaming with a metallic luster beneath the faint moonlight.
"Heh... hehehe..."
"We lost."
Labored breathing sounded out.
In the Beast Control Grand Elder's ears, the unhurried footsteps approaching from behind finally changed!
The rhythm of those footsteps had been disrupted.
It seemed his opponent had underestimated him!
A glimmer appeared in the Beast Control Grand Elder's eyes.
Madness and brutality flashed through those bloodshot eyes.
"I am Hektor, Beast Control Grand Elder of the Red Stone Tribe..."
Amid his trembling, ragged breaths, the old man's voice rose as though begging for mercy, while he cautiously turned around.
His body was hunched, his eyes lowered.
At this moment, Beast Control Grand Elder Hektor looked like someone who had truly surrendered, bearing the fear and respect proper to a defeated man.
A glint flashed through Hektor's pupils.
The distance between them... was less than five meters.
This was the most crucial information he had obtained.
Five meters?
Hehe, that was enough.
Mu Fan stopped walking and made no move.
"I beg for your merc—"
His lowered eyelids lifted, and every expression Hektor had concealed was fully revealed at that instant.
Savage, cruel, violent, and... mad.
That charcoal-black palm stabbed through the air like a bayonet, then clenched into a fist of steel the next second.
At the same time, a cloud of blackish-red mist exploded from Hektor's sleeve along with his fist.
A foul stench