"Damn it!"
Kane harshly grabbed his hair, and then slammed his fist fiercely toward the ground, "That bastard Tajadon, I swear I'll skin him alive when we get back!"
An almost tangible ferocity blazed from his eyes, sending shivers down the spines of the surrounding warriors.
Within the war band, Tariq and Kane had the closest relationship. Taking courage, he asked, "Boss, is there something wrong with this monster?"
"Not just wrong, it's really bad news!"
Gulping heavy breaths, Kane paced back and forth, "That monster is imbued with the aura of the Blood River, it's not a native creature of the Mythical Battlefield, but summoned by some terrifying existence."
A buzzing sound like nails echoed in Tariq's head, his brain feeling as if it'd been seared, yet he still forced himself to think.
Without a doubt, the monster's strength was formidable, at the elite level of the brothers in the war band.
And if it's merely an insignificant guard...
That is to say.
