As Jared and Warren were the only two people around, the latter did not beat around the bush.
“Your Demonic Cultivation has no effect on me anymore. If this is your trump card, you’re doomed,” Jared coldly told him.
“Let’s see, then!” Warren fumed.
Then, his hands swiftly moved in the air, and the black mist began swirling rapidly like rushing horses.
Soon, the black mist transformed into a ferocious beast, and it bared its fang and howled.
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