In the illumination, Xu Yangyi’s face was as still as a lake. He narrowed his eyes and surveyed his vicinity.

The holy white radiance faded away and was replaced by a domain of dense white fog. This holiness carried an unparalleled arrogance and supreme respect, spreading through the area.

Something was here… 

Something unknown, but his intuition was telling him that it was very formidable.

Swoosh… In the white mist, two golden lanterns suddenly brightened. In the next moment, the entire mist lightly trembled.

Afterwards, a long continuous flow of breathing was heard, and the fog sea began to surge.

Xu Yangyi didn’t speak, but rather looked at the arena underneath him.

Moments ago, following the inhalation and exhalation of that unknown entity, fist-sized pieces of rubble on the ground evenly floated up and then slammed down again afterwards.

Thump… Thump… 

Like the Devil was knocking on the door.

The arena was so silent that a falling needle could be heard. All kinds of gazes with uncertain overtones watched the center of the arena.

Gradually, something appeared in the white fog. Three seconds later, everyone clearly saw a figure.

That of a majestic stag.

It wasn’t large, the same size as all stags. The only thing...