C117 A Dense Killing Intent(13)

In the arena, White Dragon was firing a rifle. Luo Yan activated his Thusness Eye, and a silver cross star appeared in his vivid red pupils. As he locked onto the formidable Wirawyn, it was reminiscent of the time he observed passengers in a train car. Above the biological ashen light of Wirawyn, a different kind of light emerged—not a spectrum of colors, but a swirling mix of black and deep red