The arrow hurtling toward him stopped five centimeters from the Fate Armor.
An invisible shield stood before him. The arrow hung briefly in midair before falling to the ground.
Beep, beep—
A shrill whistle rang out through the space.
The people working in the distance dropped their tools, picked up their weapons, and gathered around him.
Yu Yuan raised an eyebrow at the weapons in their hands.
Although the Tribe's technology was primitive, all their weapons were made from the bones, teeth, and claws of various Bronze Tier creatures.
Tempered by psionic power, the bones of Bronze Tier creatures were extremely hard in their own right, and some even carried special effects.
An ordinary Bronze Tier creature would have had good reason to fear their weapons.
To Yu Yuan, however, they posed no threat whatsoever.
His gaze shifted to the enormous tree.
The whistle had also awakened the white-feathered creature coiled in its crown.
She looked warily in his direction.
As she stretched out her body, Yu Yuan finally got a clear look at her true form.
How should he put it?
She was called a Feathered Dragon, but to Yu Yuan, she looked more like a snake covered in feathers.
Just an enormous one.
The Tribe's people had surrounded Yu Yuan, hatred and fear flickering across their faces.
Clearly, the Mechanical Armor he wore had made them mistake him for a member of the Blood Clan's Hunting Team.
Chirp—
The Feathered Dragon let out a delicate cry.
The Tribe's people froze, confusion crossing their faces as they turned toward her.
Chirp—
The cry sounded again.
With looks of disbelief, the Tribe's people lowered their weapons.
When they looked at Yu Yuan again, the hatred and fear had vanished.
A peculiar expression had taken their place.
Yu Yuan raised an