Suddenly, a familiar chime echoed in Lyerin's mind.
Ding!
[ You have destroyed the whole younger generation Army of the Asura race.
[ Groups destroyed: 4/4.
[ Congratulations for making the Stonehooves Tribe Spirit elevate to level four! ]
Lyerin didn't flinch.
He didn't smile or even react in surprise.
Instead, he merely crossed his arms and gazed outward with the same calm, calculating expression he had worn throughout the battle.
The power of the Stonehooves Tribe continued to grow, but in his mind, this was simply another step toward something far greater.
Yet, he didn't need to rush for now.
He didn't need to move for now as he didn't expect that it would all go this way.
His way.
But then, without warning, everything around him shifted.
His vision began to blur, the world around him dissolving like sand in a gust of wind.