Two winged tigers stood at the pinnacle of the Saint level. Still, the white one, the biggest one among the trees, exuded a terrifying aura above Beast Emperor, and was likely the Beast God!
Realizing it, the iron bears immediately submitted, knowing it would be a suicide if they dared to offend these winged tigers.
"Heh." Vanessa smirked with satisfaction, pleased that those bears were wise and smart enough. Instead of courting death, they chose to submit. "Is this forest your territory now? Do you realize the origin of this forest?"
"No, this forest has been empty for the past three years, and we have made this forest my tribe's new habitat. We have no intention of taking over your territory. Most of my kin don't know anything. I don't care about my life, but please spare my kin." The iron bear chief stepped forward, begging for his tribe's life.
