The chieftain of the Gnoll Tribe, Lang Mie, narrowed his eyes and looked toward the uninvited guests who had blasted through half the tribe and broken into this place.
There are only a few of them.
His unease gradually subsided.
None of these people were Legendary. They seemed to have crossed all the way here by relying on some item and special means that could conceal their auras. But non-Legendaries—and only a few of them at that—were nothing for him to fear.
Lang Mie himself was a powerhouse with a chance of advancing to the Legendary Realm. Among all the Mortal Realm powerhouses in the entire Gnoll Fang faction, he could rank in the top three. Otherwise, he would not have been entrusted with the important task of managing the entire Gnoll Tribe and serving as the Gnoll Fang's eyes to the outside world.
Lang Mie simply could not figure out where enemies bold enough to oppose the Gnoll Fang had come from in this region. Were they outsiders from some distant land?
"You there, state your names."
He asked with narrowed eyes, while also buying time. This was the heart of their tribe, and powerful members of his tribe surrounded the area.
The advantage was his.
Meanwhile, the six towering Flesh Towers built around the estate in the distance slowly began to writhe.
Opening the Flesh Towers required a little time. They had not had enough time earlier, but now preparations were complete. From the tips of the reddish-brown towers, enormous eyeballs emerged and slowly opened, carrying immense terror and ominousness.
The corners of Chieftain Lang Mie's mouth lifted slightly...
"Pfft—"
A Bone Blade drilled in from his back, effortlessly tearing through the Outstanding Grade armor shimmering with precious light on his body as if ripping through cardboard. It