The two tiger-men could no longer contain their anger.

They dislike being looked down upon by the other side more than whether they can win the battle.

The two tiger-men took a deep breath and hunched their backs.

As they moved with their imposing presence, a cloud of white smoke rose around them.

Like clouds and mist, hazy air currents swirl around them.

The airflow flows down the limbs and gathers at the chest, then around the spine and waist, and then circles the limbs again.

Martial Arts Stance

The nobles present noticed that the two tiger-men's aura was somewhat different from before.

At this moment, their aura became more composed, and their power became more abundant.

Of course, Viktor noticed this as well.

Once in combat mode, the two tiger-men in front of him revealed their health bars and levels.

lv49

lv47

Moreover, both of these tiger-men were—

"Martial arts master".

Victor looked at them and smiled faintly, and the trench coat behind him began to change as well.

The original refreshing blue stripes, like a clear stream, gradually blended into a pale hue.

The once flowing azure blue, resembling a stream, became even more turbulent after merging with the pale white.

It was as if two forces were intertwined, accompanied by a surging and constant collision.

Huge raindrops were pouring down, hitting the trench coat behind Victor.

It was as if every drop of rain brought a unique power.

The status bar below the health bar is flashing continuously, and buffs are appearing rapidly.

The buffs from the Water Calamity allowed his combat power to accumulate layer upon layer.

The rain was falling faster and faster, becoming increasingly violent.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose.

A terrifying whirlwind swirled around Victor, the wind gradually wrapping around his legs and blurring his indifferent expression.

Amidst the rain, a sinister smile seemed to gradually emerge.

The speed of the Calamity of Wind allows him to move as swiftly as the wind.

The emerald green natural elements slowly merged into Victor's body under the cover of the hurricane and torrential rain.

The Wood Calamity's physical strength and self-healing abilities grant him the strongest physique.

He is now truly in the state most suited for close combat.

A fierce wind swirled through the vast, damaged venue, stirring up the dark, gloomy clouds beyond the dome.

The dome, which was already on the verge of collapse, shattered and crumbled.

In the blink of an eye, it was torn apart and swept into the hurricane, completely intertwined with the chaotic downpour.

The torrential rain kept pounding on the golden ground, making a loud thumping sound.

Suddenly, the torrential rain stopped and froze in the air.

In that still, rainy night, it seemed as if everything here was under Viktor's complete control.

"Then let's see for ourselves—"

His voice was ethereal, as gentle as the wind, as if he didn't care about the enemy in front of him at all.

"The gap between us."

...

Under the cover of night, thousands of demi-humans, like a black torrent, rushed along the edge of the royal city.

They rushed into the deep forest outside the royal city, where they moved about in hiding.

The torrential rain easily soaked all the demi-people who had left the royal city.

The thousands of raindrops fell on each demi-human, bringing a cool and slightly heavy touch.

No one could have imagined that this terrible rainstorm would cover the entire royal city.

Even after they escaped the royal city, the torrential rain continued to accompany them.

Eagles soar through the sky, flapping their wings in the wind and rain; each flap requires immense effort.

For them, what used to be an easy journey now seems exceptionally long.

The demi-humans dared not walk on the main road, but could only run on the muddy paths deep in the forest.

After all, taking the main road would be too conspicuous, and they would be easily spotted by the reinforcements.

After a long and arduous journey, many of the subhumans were exhausted, panting heavily, and their steps became extremely unsteady.

Most of the rescued demi-human slaves stopped, leaning against the tree trunk.

Their bodies were arched, and they were panting heavily.

The eagle-man in the sky flapped his wings with difficulty, his voice shrill.

With a tone of disappointment and frustration, he shouted at the large group of demi-humans beneath him:

"Do you want to be caught? Do you want to go back to that dark room and continue being slaves?"

"If not, then keep running!"

As that sharp sound rang out, countless demi-humans, long imprisoned and starving, struggled to move their thin bodies forward with all their might.

Suddenly, the leopard-men at the front stopped.

Their ears twitched, as if they had heard something.

From the dense forest not far away came the sound of bone armor clashing with steel armor, which was coming towards them with a clanging sound.

And this sound became clearer and clearer.

It felt as if they were right next to each other.

It's the army!?

The hearts of the group of demi-humans skipped a beat, and their hearts began to pound wildly.

Although there were many demi-humans in the group, most of them had just been rescued from the underground prison.

They were starving, exhausted, and weak, with no fighting ability whatsoever.

Therefore, there are very few demi-humans who can fight against an army.

Moreover, those demi-humans with fighting abilities also have to protect those demi-humans without fighting abilities.

With so many of them, they simply didn't have time to escape.

At that moment, they only hoped that the sudden army was not too large.

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