Duke's Spiritual Power swept carefully, cautiously across the valley floor, probing the situation here.
Level 2 Lifeforms, eight.
One of them had a particularly powerful aura, a whole level above the others. It should be the tribal leader, a Level 2 Peak.
Level 1 Lifeforms, at least two hundred.
And several hundred immature brood and ordinary tribesmen that didn't even reach Level 1.
This was a medium-sized tribe, several times larger than the one he had wiped out on the Ancient Fairy Plane.
Tight defenses, abundant combat strength.
If he charged in alone head-on, even if he could win, it definitely wouldn't be easy.
Then he saw that banner.
In the dead center of the pool, there was a massive boulder protruding from the water's surface.
A Six-Ring Tower banner was planted atop the boulder, the flag gently fluttering in the breeze, the runes on it faintly glowing.
