Such an effortless suppression of the Seventh Tier Minotaur requires at least the combat power of the Ninth Tier, making everyone present look at Reid with a hint of dread.
"Does anyone else want to teach me a lesson?" Reid turned to look at the representatives of the Sea Clan and other major powers.
"Mr. Reid, this is a misunderstanding!" The Sea Clan was the first to apologize, and the others quickly followed suit with smiles.
"We came here with no other intention, just hoping to ally with your Human Camp, so we aren't left isolated from each other." The Sea Clan representative was a middle-aged man with a little moustache, clearly a seasoned diplomat, knowing how to downplay the situation.
"You've come to form an alliance, isn't it because you want to attack the Burial Ground?" Reid immediately revealed the true purpose of the visitors.
