Thinking of this, Wang Ba had some ideas in his mind.
His gaze was slightly cold, looking distantly in the direction of the monster.
Below, Fanming fiercely fanned, sweeping away the surrounding ruins.
Then he suddenly came to a halt.
The monster had a dull expression, but the person controlling it seemed to sense something unusual, and under his instruction, the monster stopped not far from Fanming.
Its dull eyes fixed on Wang Ba.
Wang Ba said softly:
"Do you truly want to know where I am from?"
The voice was not loud, yet it was mysteriously divine, directly entering the Primordial Spirit.
The monster looked woodenly at Wang Ba, and a dull voice without any discernable emotion emanated from within its body:
"If you tell me, I have many acquaintances. Maybe I'm familiar with someone from your Realm Clan... I might spare your life."
Realm Clan?
Another new term.
Wang Ba silently noted it in his mind, but outwardly he sneered coldly, entirely unafraid:
