Setting Themselves Up

Some tried to stand up, but they couldn't resist Xerax's kingly aura.

With the Ancestors and the Patriarchs mostly gone, it was clear to Davis now that Xerax, a Level Nine Immortal King Beast, now reigned supreme. He couldn't kill the surviving Ancestors or the Grand Elders, but he could very well force them to bend to his will.

That was the unique ability of a King-Tier existence, to be able to command the lifeforms that have its blood. The same could be said about an Emperor-Tier Beast, but they could influence even more to the point of brainwashing as long as they have power and even command King-Tier Beasts as they bend their wills.

The world of magical beasts was never about equality. Even if there was peace, it never could be.

As Xerax's kingly aura reverberated in the area, everyone was subdued.

The old Ancestors were simply unable to go against him even though they had the power to just flick their wrists and one-shot him.