Just over a thousand meters from the blood-nest tribe called Yamala, high above the blood mist, a massive, smooth, flawless white head slowly pushed through the Wind Barrier.
It gazed down at the little figures fighting fiercely below.
Flocks of Blood Ravens fell like raindrops.
For the Yamala tribe, which had lived here for decades, the scene was like plunging into a nightmare.
They had lived in seclusion behind the Wind Barrier, at the edge of the world, avoiding conflict for decades. The Wind Barrier had always been their most reliable defense.
They had never imagined that so many humans would pour in today.
War was about to erupt!
As a tribe of warriors, the Blood-Derived of the Yamala tribe charged toward the human infiltrators without hesitation at the sound of the emergency horn. The first humans to break in suffered heavy losses.
But soon,
as more and more scholars broke through the eye of the storm, one Metal War Weapon after another finally squeezed inside. The scholars who had entered first at last had a chance to catch their breath and establish a defensive position.
The Yamala tribe also sent out some Derivative Beasts.
Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw.
Blood Ravens filled the sky. These monsters, covered in tumors, were being spewed out in an endless stream from giant, flower-like mother nests that writhed under the Yamala tribe's priests' control. The flocks blotted out the sky, constantly trying to injure the nearby invaders.
Under the cover of the Blood Ravens, a giant creature like a centipede beat its wings at an astonishing frequency, moving with incredible speed and leaving a blur in its wake as it flashed past.
It was one of the most powerful Derivative Beasts created by the Yamala tribe. It had already killed three scholars in