Chương 1539: God of Carnage on the Fourth Level

Whitey.

It was Jiang Chen who had given him this name.

It was because Whitey's hair was fluffy and whiter than snow. It was extremely soft. When Jiang Chen and the tiger were traveling through the wilderness, he always rested his head on Whitey while sleeping at night.

At the moment, Whitey looked like h*ll. His delicate manner and the intelligence shining from his eyes that had been his prime features were gone. He looked worse than he had the last time they had met in the World of Bloody Sea.

His hair was in clumps. It was not white anymore, but an ugly, grayish red.

He looked as if he had tumbled into a swamp and then been beaten up.

Nothing was more striking than Whitey's face. He looked like a ghost. His eyes emitted a crimson light. His sharp teeth stuck out of his mouth at weird angles.

Whitey seemed to change subtly after seeing Jiang Chen, but his aggressiveness was still apparent.

GROWL!