If they manage to persuade more Beast Kings to turn against the Human Race, the situation will become uncontrollable.
Thinking of these matters, the President, still traveling through the void, felt an inexplicable headache.
A few hours later.
Outside Mountain and Sea Pass, a group of enormous beasts appeared, blotting out the sky, each exuding terrifying auras, numbering at least a hundred.
Above the city, human martial arts powerhouses also appeared one after another, confronting them head-on.
Their numbers were significantly fewer, only a little over thirty, about one-third.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene was tense, like a drawn bow, ready to snap into war at any moment.
Besides, while engaging in a clash of spiritual forces, they were also communicating.
"Damn humans, you've gone too far in bullying beasts, violating the treaty to attack as you please. Unless you hand over an equal amount of blood tribute as compensation, then let's go to war!"
