295 Devil

Zhou Wen held the banana fan and sent out a gust of Supreme Yin Wind.

Crack!

Lord Alcohol's body was blown away once again and he slammed into the wall. However, he stood up even faster this time and he recovered from his injuries more quickly. He stared at the banana fan in Zhou Wen's hand with a sharp gaze. "An Epic Companion Beast can't have such potent wind-elemental powers. That's a Mythical Companion Beast. Which race do you represent?"

"So you're also a representative?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Pfft, I'm not a lackey. I'm myself. I'm a lord no matter where I go, not anyone's dog. It doesn't matter which race you represent. You'll all die today," Lord Alcohol said as he stared coldly at Zhou Wen.

With that said, Lord Alcohol's majestic figure took a step forward and arrived in front of Zhou Wen. He grabbed his head.