Durontan's Foresight

Orc Imperial City.

In the ancient, spacious hall, two Golden Behemoths over twenty meters tall sat cross-legged on the ground, yet their towering, powerful bodies still resembled two small mountains.

Their golden fur gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. Every sharply defined, bulging muscle radiated strength. Their huge mouths were lined with interlocking fangs, and their auras seemed to connect heaven and earth—heavy, terrifying, and unrivaled.

Before them lay a Frost Giant Beast over twenty meters long. Its enormous body resembled a collapsed snow mountain, utterly lifeless. Yet judging by its size alone, its strength in life could not have been below that of a Saint Domain Magical Beast.

Unfortunately, it had lost all dignity as a Saint Domain Magical Beast. It was merely food for the two Golden Behemoths, and beneath their sharp claws, its massive body was visibly shrinking.

Chunks of fresh flesh were stuffed directly into the Golden Behemoths' mouths. The crisp crunch of their teeth echoed through the empty hall, while blood dripped from the corners of their mouths and stained the floor dark red.

The Frost Giant Beast's corpse continuously released cold air by instinct, trying to mend its wounds, but the blazing heat radiating from the Golden Behemoths instantly evaporated it into white mist. Mixed with the thick stench of blood in the air and the blazing fire pillars on both sides, the hall was filled with a primal, savage atmosphere.

In the blink of an eye, under the efforts of the two Golden Behemoths, the Saint Domain-level Frost Giant Beast had been devoured clean in less than a moment. Nothing remained but its enormous skeleton, looking especially desolate.

"Grommash, has the Hidden Valley Clan submitted?"

At that moment, the Golden Behemoth seated on the left wiped the blood from the corner of his