Check out my other novel. I Am a Necromancer in A Cultivation World Thrust into a world of cultivation and martial spirits. Dante is reborn as the son of the First Elder of his clan. Born with a weaker physique. Dante didn't plan on fighting against the world, but the sudden awakening of his martial spirit made him realize he could be much more than he ever imagined.....
But even after all that, the situation didn't get much better for them.
Under Dante's Dragon aura they couldn't even fight to the best of their abilities as no matter what move they made, they could always feel a pair of cruel eyes on their back.
It always felt like some type of archaic beast was watching their every move, watching and waiting for a chance to consume them whole.
It was practically impossible for a normal person to perform their best under such conditions!
Just as the battle seemed to turn in favour of the Kinsman Clan an enraged roar rang out across the battlefield!
"You Kinsman Clan Dogs!
How dare you kill the members of my slater clan!"
Looking towards the origin of the cry, Dante could see an Elder from the Slater Clan flying over with completely bloodshot eyes.
"Since you dare to take the lives of the Slater Clan, you must pay with your own!
Tidal wave!"
"Rumble! Rumble!"