Alina's delicate body trembled slightly, her tone full of concern.
She knew that the Elf Race has always been mysterious and unpredictable, and relying solely on brute force might be difficult to deal with.
Yet Zhang Beixing slightly lifted the corner of his lips, full of confidence.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing like a torch, radiating a domineering aura that swept across the world.
"Mere elves, dare to underestimate this king?" His voice was deep, yet composed, "I am curious to see what kind of tricks they can still pull."
With that, he raised his hand.
Whoosh!
A purple light cut through the air, plunging into the depths of the forest.
Instantaneously, the earth trembled and the trees swayed.
It seemed as if an imposing force was closing in.
"Not good, there's an ambush!"
Richard's expression sharpened as he quickly drew his side sword.
He acutely sensed that countless eyes were staring at them greedily from the shadows.
