Near the bloody pool, in a camp, the atmosphere was dark and oppressive.
In the center of the hall, a shattered skeleton had been pieced together, barely resembling what was once a 'person.'
Staring at the gruesome corpse, a middle-aged man was overwhelmed with grief:
"Tell me, who killed Felix?"
"Boss, it was Charlie... no, it was Charles. He escaped from the tomb and somehow gained some strange power. He... he killed the second boss..."
Recalling the terrifying scene in the valley, the few bandits who had managed to escape trembled all over.
"A newly promoted second-level Beast Master killed the second boss?"
Felix was his son; he knew his strength well. His two mystical beasts, the twin tigers, were both at level 16. They could escape from even a third-level Beast Master, so how could they fall to a newly promoted kid?
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