章 1722: The Former Alliance

Braydon Neal was rather surprised. 

To be able to reverse deduce the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art, one must have such amazing talent, yet he actually died midway!

Hristo Lore was silent for a moment. "The race has investigated the cause of death," he said. "It was stopped in the end. Because the mystic realm he died in is so dangerous that even a peak expert wouldn't be able to last more than three breaths. I'm afraid that only those who have surpassed the peak are able to explore it!"

After saying that, he glanced at Sadie Dudley, who didn't care about this old man at all.

The little fool looked at the portrait and scratched his head, seeming to remember that he also had a donkey. 

Ever since he put that donkey into his small world, he had never cared about it again.

Swoosh! 

A bald donkey appeared in the outer hall. 

The donkey was dumbfounded. 

It looked at Luke Yates and started to bray.