Ancestral Bloodline

As the beast and the man fought, the power of both grew seemingly without limit. Bai Zemin's attention, however, was focused on the figure behind the man engulfed in flames.

Unfortunately, although he tried his best, he could not even make out this person's hair, let alone the type of face that was hidden behind that strange layer of mist.

For some unknown reason, Bai Zemin felt a strong torrent of hatred flooding his heart as time passed.

This hatred simply came out of nowhere and was truly inexplicable. Even Bai Zemin himself was startled and frightened because he had never felt such a desire to kill someone as he did now.

It was not directed at the man wielding the spear nor was it directed at the figure silently supporting him from behind. All that burning hatred was purely and exclusively directed towards the black beast with the red horn.