Thunderstorm Tribe.
From the astonishingly twisted fractures in the ground, one could tell just how fierce the battle had been and how terrifying the level of power involved. The soldiers stood far away, holding their torches high, not daring to approach.
The most eye-catching figures in the field were three towering beasts. Each stood roughly six meters tall, their bodies covered in wiry fur as tough as steel, their proportions somewhat resembling apes. Sharp tusks jutted from their huge mouths, and their claws stretched nearly three meters long, like weapons.
These were Behemoths, the strongest transformation of orc bloodlines. They possessed overwhelming offense, defense, and physiques, enough to rival the most ferocious Dragons.
Yet the three Behemoths were staring warily at the figure trapped within their triangular encirclement, as though facing some terrifying foe.
The man's features were somewhat indistinct, but his most striking trait was the blackness of his sclera and the blood-red blaze of his pupils. Though his height was utterly disproportionate before the three massive beasts, the savage aura he radiated was no less than that of the mightiest Behemoth.
Flame Dragon Possession.
Imsh let out a thunderous roar, swinging his enormous claw at Chen Rui. The powerful wind pressure gouged a deep depression into the ground. Though Behemoths were massive, their attack speed was not slow in the slightest, especially with their immense strength behind it. Yet the figure neither dodged nor evaded, showing no intention of even raising a hand to block.
In the blink of an eye, the strike hit its target like lightning.
Chen Rui took the blow squarely. Yet the claw, laden with tremendous force and destruction, only made his upper body tilt slightly backward. After slowly straightening up, he casually wiped the faint mark from his face, as though he had