The White Dragon Demon God, grotesque and bizarre in appearance, made Luo Chen think of the blood-sucking demon he saw that day at Yongde Temple. Its facial features were twisted and uncoordinated, with fangs half-exposed, lips turned outward, a flattened nose, and eyes gleaming with a bloody cold light. Such an appearance was enough to send shivers down one's spine. Its broad limbs and messy black hair added an extra touch of terror.
Luo Chen pondered to himself, what was the origin of this monster? Why did it appear here? What was its connection with Lan Xin and the Thunderstorm? A series of questions swirled in Luo Chen's mind, but he couldn't find any answers.
At that moment, Lan Xin's face bore a hint of solemnity, her eyebrows gently furrowed, her words ice-cold and authoritative: "Have the elders really decided to cooperate with Shadow Valley? Why wasn't I informed beforehand?"
