"----"
At that moment, the entire space seemed filled with invisible pressure, creating an indescribably stifling atmosphere.
Especially the lower-level beastfolk captives and the goddesses providing rear support, who were nearly unable to breathe beneath the killing intent rising from Shien and Geura.
Oz and Mafy even shielded Iris behind them.
Yet Iris fixed her gaze on Shien, a trace of concern faintly showing in her eyes.
Shien did not know how Iris felt at that moment. He merely looked at Geura, his expression gradually turning cold.
Naturally, Geura was the same.
Seeing Shien's icy expression, Geura grinned.
"Looks like you really want to kill me, Hero."
Geura said so.
"Aren't you the same?"
Shien replied indifferently.
Neither of them concealed the killing intent in their eyes, making it clear to everyone that this was a confrontation from which only one could emerge alive.
In any case, Shien would never let this so-called Beastfolk King go.
Though Geura felt much the same way.
"Back during the Three Races conference, I already wanted to kill you." Geura still grinned as he spoke bluntly. "There have been plenty of people I've disliked in my life. Those so-called goddesses, especially, have always been an eyesore. But you surpass even them, Shien Poztut."
Geura had put it that plainly.
It even made Shien laugh.
"You're certainly straightforward." Shien spoke mockingly. "Too bad your strength seems a little lacking compared to that straightforward attitude of yours."
Indeed, Geura was powerful, a potential talent even the God Race kept under close watch.
With his innate racial traits and talent, this miraculous mixed-blood beastfolk was likely not much weaker than a Limit-tier expert.
It could be said that, in the current Inner World, Geura was undoubtedly the strongest individual.
Even Legendary-tier experts of the Beastmen Race like