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Khan's mood didn't improve as he stored the cursed knife and walked through the army, surrounded by fervent gazes and cries. The scene could oppress anyone, making them feel like powerless ants in the middle of a raging sea, but Khan knew the truth. He was the sea, while the Scalqa were nothing more than fish he had taken under his protective waves.

Those waves could also become the Scalqa's doom. It would be as easy as breathing for Khan, creating a wall that good intentions couldn't overcome. He wanted the best for his army, but the difference was clear. Khan had once lived among the tribes but now existed in a superior realm.

The toxic pool had become useless. Khan's body had built a complete tolerance to the dark green liquid. A prolonged exposure could still hurt him, but the transformation was complete. He had physically evolved, achieving the legendary status countless fifth-level warriors failed to reach.