The strongest among these Western Wasteland tribal warriors was merely a Grandmaster.
Even if Chen Fan did nothing, their attacks could never harm him.
With the slightest thread of power from his divine sense, he shattered every one of their attacks.
"Divine sense! It's a tenth-level demon beast—we're finished!" Despair appeared on the face of the middle-aged tribal shaman leading them. He then turned to the others. "Run! I'll hold him back!"
As he spoke, he actually wrapped himself in the power of heaven and earth, temporarily taking flight as he charged toward Little Butterfly.
Chen Fan shook his head, and his divine sense rippled once more.
In an instant.
Every one of them froze as if turned to stone, unable to move any longer.
The middle-aged man who had only just risen into the air also dropped straight back to the ground!
In some small place, this middle-aged man might have counted as formidable, but compared to the current Chen Fan, Chen Fan could kill him with a single thought.
He rose into the air and flew down from Little Butterfly.
He headed straight toward those people.
"Why did you attack me?"
When they saw a figure descend from the demon beast in the sky, the tribal people's expressions changed one after another, and they all heaved a sigh of relief.
That Grandmaster respectfully looked at Chen Fan and replied:
"My apologies, sir. When we saw your mount just now, we thought it was a demon beast pursuing us, so we acted impulsively. We hope you can forgive us..."
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Demon beasts?"
"Along the way, I encountered more than one Western Wasteland tribe fleeing disaster... Were they also escaping a demon beast calamity?"
The tribal shaman gave a bitter smile and nodded.
"That's right,