บท 787: Framing Others

"What is it?" Many soldiers were confused and asked in surprise.

Boom!

Before they could react, the huge body had been nailed to the Great Wall of Iron Blood by a long spear.

Upon closer inspection, it was actually a ferocious and terrifying Golden Behemoth.

His body wasn't big, only about three meters tall, and his golden hair exuded the nobility of its bloodline.

However, at this moment, he was nailed to the Great Wall of Iron Blood and let out a mournful cry.

Golden blood dripped from his body and was then absorbed by the Great Wall of Iron Blood.

"I'm the youngest son of Beamon King, Meng Wuming. You guys nailed me to the wall. Our Behemoths will never let this matter go. My father will never let you off. He will bring an Army to save me. As long as my father comes, you will all die! All of you will die!"