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At those words, the patriarch turned deathly pale with fright and hastily said, "Spare me, mighty warrior! I wasn't trying to speak up for my own people!"
"Then what did you mean? Speak!" The pressure beneath the Killing Star's foot surged again.
Crack! Crack!
The ribs in the patriarch's chest shattered beneath his foot. Any more force, and his body would likely have been torn apart.
"Th-the Bat Clan drank your Mang Lion's blood. They deserved to be wiped out!" the patriarch said through gritted teeth.
Driven by his instinct to survive, that was all he could say.
"Hmph! Exactly! These other races would have been fine if they'd left me alone. Since they provoked me, they can count themselves unlucky. It isn't just these stinking bats I'm going to slaughter. I'll kill every last member of every other race in this mountain!" the Killing Star said with a cold laugh.
"Wh-why..." The patriarch had never imagined the Killing Star would be so brutal.
Seeing the Killing Star's overwhelming strength, the other races in the Thirty-Three Caves had sealed their caves and stayed inside, afraid of following in the footsteps of the Green Ghost Clan and the Bat Clan.
But they had all been cautiously watching the events below. At the Killing Star's words, their expressions changed drastically.
"We never provoked this man, yet he wants to destroy us?"
"If that's how it is, we can only fight to the death!"
"He's only just entered the Other Shore. If we attack together, we can exhaust him to death!"
The other races conversed in their own languages.
Then the barriers at the cave entrances opened one after another. The other races of the Thirty-Three Caves emerged, weak and strong alike.
Some were enormous and as powerful as oxen, while others