Staring at the colossal beast that had suddenly burst out, Murong Ye and his three companions froze in place. Their pupils constricted, and their expressions shifted dramatically.
"That's a Third-Level Demon Beast, a Red-Scaled Fire Flood Dragon!"
"How can this be? Didn't Ye Wushuang say there was no danger? You're telling me this isn't fucking dangerous?"
Their faces darkened, and they were so furious they could have coughed up blood. Their gazes suddenly whipped toward Ye Wushuang, only to see he had already stepped behind a curtain of light and was watching them with a brilliant smile.
In that instant, their faces turned as black as charcoal. If they still didn't realize Ye Wushuang was screwing them over, they would be stupid beyond belief.
They had long suspected Ye Wushuang might pull some tricks, but they never imagined he would plot to trap them like this.
