The Commander of the Phantom Beast Hunting Corps couldn't keep his eyes off Yun Sheng's hands, and when he saw those hands, he couldn't help but tremble again.
What kind of hands were they?
The true face of Yanyun was that of a beautiful, young girl in her prime, and her hands, too, should have been pure and flawless.
But the hand before him:
Dry, pitch-black, emitting a terrifying magical power, with a summoning ring glittering on it, a dazzling magical space like the blazing sun rapidly taking shape.
This was a true magical space, inside of which was a Centipede Ant King that had grown more than twice in size because of the Linglong Beast Tower, ferociously waving its limbs.
"Boom," a cloud of dust rose as a demon beast the leader of the Phantom Beast Hunting Corps had never seen before landed in front of him.
The formidable pressure from the demon beast made the Commander's knees go weak, and he knelt down on the ground.
