742 4th Heaven Rank Powerhouse

Oppressive crackling and buzzing sounds echoed as ripples could be seen spreading from Gulidan's body. All the Wyverns and Hippogryphs let out frightened wails and unhesitantly flew towards the ground before burying their heads within their shivering wings.

The mana fluctuations spreading over the battlefield were swept away by these visible ripples, and the space there suddenly stabilized, stopping all the fighters, especially the crazy Beastman slaves, who instinctively knelt down and threw their weapons away. They then held their heads in their hands and didn't dare to raise their heads again.

The slaves had very low status in the Ash Beastman Tribe, as even the brainless Kodos could eat a few of them without suffering punishment. The Tribal Chief was an existence that they could never look at; one glance and they would suffer from a disaster.