C591 Oh My God It Was the Demon Beast Army!

Pratt's head whipped around, and there he saw a familiar figure—a young man clad in a black robe, billowing in the wind, standing majestically between the horns of a white dragon, like a deity of magic.

Five massive dragons flanked him, exuding a commanding presence that seemed to scorn the very earth.

It was none other than Zhang Xing!

Looking further..