For a moment, the street was as quiet as a graveyard. The onlookers held their breath while their hearts pounded violently against their chests like war drums.
"My goodness…"
"What is happening?"
"Is this a war?"
Various questions roared through their minds, yet none of them could find any answer.
For many of them, this was the first time they had witnessed such a terrifying scene.
At the end of the street stood hundreds of Jackal Beastmen clad in crude leather armor while carrying different weapons.
They stood in a disciplined formation. Each one exuded a powerful and intimidating aura while the weakest among them was a Level 25 Jackal Beastman.
Around them, the air twisted violently as though the world itself acknowledged their presence.
But that was not the end.
Beside them stood a large group of humans. They numbered close to fifty, and every single one of them radiated strength.
