"Damn it!”
Kane harshly grabbed his hair, and then slamd his fist fiercely toward the ground, “That bastard Tajadon, I swear I’ll skin him alive when we get back!”
An almost tangible ferocity blazed from his eyes, sending shivers down the spines of the surrounding warriors.
Within the war band, Tariq and Kane had the closest relationship. Taking courage, he asked, “Boss, is there sothing wrong with this monster?”
"Not just wrong, it’s really bad news!”
Gulping heavy breaths, Kane paced back and forth, “That monster is imbued with the aura of the Blood River, it’s not a native creature of the Mythical Battlefield, but summoned by so terrifying existence.”
A buzzing sound like nails echoed in Tariq’s head, his brain feeling as if it’d been seared, yet he still forced himself to think.
Without a doubt, the monster’s strength was formidable, at the elite level of the brothers in the war band.
And if it’s rely an insignificant guard…
That is to say.
Its summoner must have co a long way in the trials of the Blood River.
Even much further than his own boss Kane, to the point where Kane, who was usually composed, felt hairs stand on end this ti.
Tariq felt goosebumps all over his body, his muscles souring in waves, and asked in a sowhat panic-stricken voice, “Boss, what do we do now?”
"What to do? First, we get out of here!” Kane decided at once.
A warrior nearby, also plagued by the nagging discomfort, mumbled discontentedly, “How can we leave like this without even shedding blood?”
"Blood!?”
Kane let out a cold laugh and strode over.
The burly warrior turned into a re toy in his hands, hoisted up by one arm.
As Kane squeezed tighter, a peculiar purplish hue slowly appeared on the warrior’s face, with his limbs thrashing uncontrollably.
"Ahaha Kane forced the man to et his gaze and said with a smile, “You wanted blood, right? I’ll give it to you now, I can even let you drown in your own blood, are you satisfied with that answer?”
Fear spread across the warrior’s face.
Kane loosened his grip, dropping him to the ground like trash.
Gasping violently, the warrior lay there as others either remained silent or wore mocking expressions on their faces.
From beyond the threshold barrier ca a rapid roaring sound, the ground trembling slightly. Kane squinted his eyes, noticing plus of dust rising into the air on the plains, as beastly demons resembling giant wolves ca charging. The sky above was shadowed with many large Two-legged Flying Dragons. So were enveloped in a bloodlight, a sign they had been blessed by the Blood River.
Kane licked his cracked lips. These creatures, though fierce, posed only a limited threat to him.
What really perplexed him was the being that created them.
Suppressing the fiery desire to battle burning in his heart, Kane withdrew his gaze and gave the order, “Everyone, retreat.”
Morale was clearly low, but that couldn’t be helped. He looked down and started walking forward, but after just a few steps, a burst of orange light flashed before his eyes, followed by a massive shockwave that lifted layers of the slimy fungal ground, a wave of intense radiation mixed with hot wind blew over, bringing with it sharp stinging pain.
Kane had to bow his head, using his arm to shield himself.
After so ti.
When the hot winds on the plains finally began to dissipate sowhat, he caught his breath and lowered his arm.
Looking up again, once he laid eyes on the scene before him.
Kane was struck as if by lightning, frozen on the spot. His mouth gaped open, his face filled with disbelief and shock, nearly scared silly by what had taken place before him!
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