Dark mist surrounded him, and his white bones loomed eerily, while the nerves extending up from his neck excitedly raced to the blood-red pupil at the tip.
No one would doubt that this was an old demon that had killed many over the years.
Ming Junting's eyes twitched slightly.
Was this his Beast Taming?
How come the intelligence had never mentioned it before?
But if it weren't for Beast Taming, how could he have summoned it out of thin air?
It must be a method of the Beast Tamers to summon their beasts.
A Transcendence-level Beast Taming???
Ming Junting only wanted to throw the person in charge of gathering intelligence into the toilet and drown him.
Prior to this, no one had known he held such a trump card.
Such deep schemes this young man had!
Ming Junting glanced apprehensively at Chen Xing's back, playing everyone in the palm of his hand. Until now, almost no one had realized he had a Transcendence-peak Beast Taming.