Qin Ran's voice was not loud, but when it suddenly rang out across the silent battlefield, it spread like a thunderclap.
Along with it, a savage, chaotic, sulfur-like aura swept across the entire battlefield.
To the terrified people, it seemed as though a fissure had opened in the scorched earth Qin Ran pointed at, and a demon wreathed in flames had crawled out.
Then it threw back its head and roared!
"It's him! It's him!"
"He... he's back!"
Scattered cries rose from the Steppe People's camp.
But like a stone dropped into a still lake, the ripples only spread farther and wider.
The chiefs of every tribe had to step forward and bark orders at their shaken troops.
At the same time, they swiftly sent request after request to a certain place deep within the camp.
They only wanted to eliminate their rivals and claim a greater share of the wealth.
They had no intention of sacrificing themselves in the process.
A few seconds later...
The Steppe People's camp began to retreat.
It pulled back over a thousand meters!
"They're retreating! They're retreating!"
"The Steppe People are pulling back!"
Jubilant cheers rang out atop the rebuilt Thunder Fortress, and every soldier beamed with joy.
But their excitement did not affect Qin Ran.
He knew the Steppe People's retreat was by no means a concession.
They were merely putting themselves in a better position to avoid the Beast of Desire's attacks and preparing for their next assault.
The attack just now had only been a probe.
They were testing both the Warren Garrison and him, the unpredictable factor.
The real battle would begin when they launched their next attack.
Qin Ran was even certain of one thing: if he summoned the Beast of Desire within the range of [Thousand Evil-Eye Strikes],