Silence.
Deathly silence.
Astonishment flashed across the faces of the White Armor Tribe members, followed immediately by a murderous glint.
The Beast Tide had come with a suddenness that exceeded everyone's expectations.
For Beast Tides to appear so densely packed within such a short span of time...
It was like bringing a heavy hammer down upon the White Armor Tribe's already crumbling defensive line.
Upon receiving news of the battle, all traces of shame or pride vanished from Alva's face!
Coldness and ferocity emerged.
A powerful aura naturally formed around him as he strode forward.
"What level is the Beast Tide!"
"Identify the creatures within it!"
"Then grab your weapons and come with me."
Alva casually raised a hand and caught the weapon thrown to him by a tribesman.
A shield forged entirely of bone gold, along with a battle axe capable of contending with the Warp Light Sickle Blade!
At that moment, the White Armor Tribe's cold-blooded War God had returned.
Alva's three successive commands had an immense effect. Even bloodshot veins began to appear in Lansi's eyes, and his breathing grew heavy.
"Prairie Bone Wolf Pack!"
"A huge Bone Wolf Pack! Large animals have also been spotted moving behind the wolf pack."
"They'll be here soon!"
Hearing this, Alva charged off like a furious fierce tiger, carrying an overwhelming aura.
"Then we'll hold this final line of defense for our people!"
"Uncle Isaiah, I'm taking today's battle all for myself! Hahaha!"
Alva exchanged a glance with Isaiah, who had just stepped out of the large tent. A look that only the two of them understood passed between them before Alva burst into laughter.
"Together." As Alva ran, a resolute voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
It was Mu Fan, whose eyes now burned with fighting spirit as well.