"Sea of Fire and Flood! Which branch's descendant made this decision? Such audacity! We have a worthy successor!" Standing atop the mountain peak, Chen Zixiu gazed at the spreading sea of flames in the distance and the towering waves beneath his feet, unable to suppress his admiration.
At the same time, he frowned. The succession of large-scale Soul Skills had aggravated the injuries within him, and the Rakshasa Divine Power was stirring again, showing signs of another eruption.
The burning of Jade Peak Mountain had undoubtedly thrown the Wolf Bandits outside the village to the southeast into utter chaos.
Right beneath their noses, the outer slopes of Jade Peak Mountain had been burned bare. The heat from that sea of flames and the smell of scorched Wolf Bandits rushed straight toward them, as though death itself were beckoning.
Dashi Rahman Khan, the Wolf Bandits Lord renowned for his composure, was now beside himself with rage, his restraint shattered.
His face twisted into a savage expression. His plan had failed, but what he found even harder to accept was that the main force attacking Jade Peak Mountain had come from his own tribe.
His losses were enormous. Not only had he lost two or three thousand elite warriors, but a Chief-Level Wolf Bandit had also perished in the sea of flames.
Ma Suyun had aimed at the densest concentration of Wolf Bandits, and that Chief-Level Wolf Bandit happened to be nearby. In other words, he had been at the heart of the inferno, leaving him no chance of escape.
A Chief-Level Wolf Bandit already occupied a position among the highest ranks of his tribe.
That Chief-Level Wolf Bandit's strength and influence were irreplaceable. His death was a devastating blow to the entire tribe.
Although Dashi Rahman Khan's tribe numbered nearly ten