C140 The Ownership of the Mount Determined the Heavenly Gate

An Ping's gaze was fixed unwaveringly on the Immortal Beast Egg before him.

In that instant!

Crack!

The subtle sound of the eggshell fracturing filled the air!

A Small Beast tumbled out from the broken shell, its fur as dark as ink, with a crimson horn atop its head. Its blue pupils emitted a piercing light as it stood with an imposing presence before An Ping