Bach stared at his fist in disbelief, then looked at the stern-faced Kyle across from him.
How was that possible?
This man did not look any stronger than him. How could he possess such tremendous strength?
While he was still stunned, the other members of Amina's team swiftly surrounded them, protecting Amina and Kyle in the middle as they confronted the people of the Black Rock Tribe.
"Are you trying to rebel?!" Bach felt his authority being challenged. He roared at the tribespeople still watching from behind him, "They have water! Take it, and we can survive! Go! Kill them for me!"
Great rewards always produced brave men. There were no great rewards here, but the temptation of survival was deadly enough.
Several of the strongest men of the Black Rock Tribe charged forward with bloodshot eyes and savage roars.
A brawl erupted in an instant.
Within the Land of Promise, the Water God and Evergreen watched everything unfolding in the desert through a water mirror.
"Tsk, the same old routine." The Water God curled his lips. "Do all these people think the same way? They open their mouths and demand things, and if they do not get them, they rob them."
"This is an inevitable process." Evergreen remained calm. "The spread of faith has never been smooth sailing. Old ideas must be shattered by new strength."
In the water mirror, Kyle and Bach were locked in combat.
Relying on his advantage in height, Bach attacked with broad, powerful movements, putting all his strength into every blow.
Kyle's movements, however, were far more efficient. Every block and every dodge came at exactly the right moment.
He could clearly feel the divine power within his body awakening.
Whenever he threw a punch to protect Amina behind him, his fist grew a