“Fourth Young Master. Are you sleeping? Can I have a chat with you?” Suddenly, an old, wizened voice sounded out from the outside of the window.
“Who is it?” Yue Yan was alarmed.
He felt a terribly sinister, demonic aura had entered into his room from the window; it was as if a Devil King had descended. Out of fright, Yue Yan tried to hurriedly summon his strongest beast, but just as he was raising his hand, he suddenly realized that both of his strongest beasts, the Flame Lion and Flame Guard, had already been killed by that trash’s Bloody Queen. His forehead immediately started to drip with sweat. Fortunately he still had his Guardian Beast the Flame Wolf, otherwise he would have been engulfed by this demonic aura.