The once tumultuous ashen tide had fallen into a sudden, deathly quiet.
Under the murderous intent exchanged between the Owners of the Great Mob, all beings cowered, retreating in terror. But now, surrounded by three Owners of the Great Mob, the prey showed none of the expected fear or struggle.
How peculiar.
With the wisdom bestowed by the Abyss, they could clearly discern that this demeanor was not fear or seriousness, nor was there any discernible will to fight.
He simply raised his Iron Hammer calmly, as if lifting a dinner knife, full of gratitude for the food.
"Are you ready?"
The Wolf Beast grinned, smiling dangerously as a perilous aura spread with a burst of lightning. In an instant, the three Owners of the Great Mob couldn't help but become cautious, bracing themselves for battle.
Even Taurus hadn't expected him to be so aggressive, only managing to shout, "Hey, don't you..."
But immediately afterward, a roar was heard.
A massive explosion erupted.
