Chapter 832

Alistair's life burned away in the flames, his screams fading into weak whimpers before finally giving way to silence. The eerie quiet didn't last long. A deep, guttural roar echoed from deeper within the mountains, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The commotion had drawn the attention of a beast king. But Andrew was far from worried. A grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement. He knew that the more chaotic things got, the better his odds of turning the tables in his favor. And chaos was exactly what ensued. With the beast king joining the fray, the outer perimeter of Beast Mountain Range plunged into absolute pandemonium. The cultivators who had come after Andrew found themselves in a nightmare. They had to fend off the relentless waves of beasts and keep an eye out for Andrew, who stalked them like a shadow, striking them down one by one. For those who managed to avoid both, an unlucky encounter with the beast king spelled certain doom.