章節 1762: Unsolid Mountain

Golden Growler didn't go soft like Han Sen had. He moved in front of Han Sen, growling toward the green-haired beast. The golden light on his body was gleaming strongly, and he looked murderous.

The green-haired beast, seeing Golden Growler behavior, looked annoyed. He coldly said, "You possess the blood of the king. The King of Unsolid Mountain. How can you associate yourself with a lesser race like this?"

The green-haired beast displayed its fangs. The mouth had not looked too big at first, but now it looked wide enough to swallow an elephant. Its fangs were messy and jagged, unlike those of an ordinary animal.

Han Sen was going to launch his super god spirit mode, but Golden Growler roared and jumped toward the green-haired beast's mouth.