"Are you scared, Medisha?" He turned his head and asked.
"My Lord," Medisha smiled, "I am an Undead."
Brand instantly felt his face blush.
So he stopped talking and saw a Great Gate across the Duel Arena slowly open. A terrifying Monster jumped out from behind the door, dragging countless iron chains. It intended to pounce immediately on the red-haired girl standing in the center of the arena but was forcefully yanked back by the chains; the clattering stopped it from reaching closer than twenty meters from Qian, where it let out a series of low growls.
"What is that?" The Old Swordsman stared at the Monster and asked.
Brand looked at the nearly two-story tall Monster, its three massive heads colliding and roaring like rolling thunder from its throats. The arena instantly filled with a stench—the smell of sulfur.
"Hellhound," Medisha had already answered.
