Michael was about to intervene when suddenly, a loud noise echoed from afar, causing countless members of the Beast God Tribe to fall to the ground in fright.
The color drained from Basotu's face as he looked in the direction of the sound. He roared, "Bayan, are you looking for death! Years ago, you managed to escape from me by the skin of your teeth. Yet today, you dare to appear before me again?"
"Brother, I'm afraid you're the one who will have to run for his life today, not me."
A figure flew in from the direction of the sound. It was Bayan.
Obviously, the Saint Controlling Stele had been destroyed.
Michael let out a sigh of relief.
Basotu's face hardened. "Even if you bring ten fellows like him, it'll be you who need to run, not me! But I won't give you the chance to run today."
Bayan said, "After all these years, your temper hasn't changed. I remember Master once told you not to underestimate any opponent. This Yang Michael is stronger than you imagine."