Even though both sides were aborigines, they instinctively regarded each other as enemies.
At that very moment,
"Saadat, what happened?" A dignified and steady voice resonated.
"Grandpa, there are wanderers!" Saadat Hatendi turned around and reported.
His grandfather, Ghauth Hatendi, was an elder of the Mahona Tribe and a noble.
He was formidable!
Braydon Neal glanced over and saw an old man in a gray robe descending rapidly into the area.
Saadat's gaze was sharp, focusing on the small tree behind Luke Yate. His eyes burned with passion as he spoke in a low voice, "Rare treasure!"
"Inimitable pinnacle!"
Braydon sensed the aura of Saadat and warned Luke.
This was a pinnacle martial artist of the upper three ranks.
"That's not as frightening as an eighth-level spirit beast," the little fool remarked in a low voice.