Oskilov was taken aback, staring intently at the mysterious man: "Who are you?"
The mysterious man yawned, speaking casually.
"My name holds no significance to a dead man."
Oskilov was, after all, a Spirit Martial Rank master.
Even among the powerful Immortal Race, he stood as a high King, and had never been so belittled. His fury ignited instantly.
"I want to see who you are to dare speak such big words!"
Though cautious, Oskilov was ultimately a King standing at the peak of Martial Arts, and his martial dignity could not be so insulted.
As he spoke, Oskilov's figure became ethereal and vanished completely into the void.
Yang Fei felt slightly nervous, having personally experienced Oskilov's prowess.
Once this guy moved at full speed, even he couldn't catch his figure with his eyes.
He himself had prolonged the stalemate relying on the heavy machine gun's power.
However, the mysterious man still kept his hands in his pockets, remaining somewhat indifferent.
