At the same time, the Panther Tribe was stunned when they saw the Earth Giants suddenly appear before them.
They knew that the Zebra Tribe had recently acquired some assistance, but they had never imagined it would be this formidable, and these beings were unlike any they had seen before.
"My God, this is terrifying."
These giants, towering at about 10 meters tall, looked as if they could squash them into the mud with a single slap.
A look of terror flashed in the eyes of the Panther Tribe, and even their magical beasts began to tremble involuntarily.
Vulture watched all this unfold, his smile vanishing completely, replaced by a sinister gleam in his eyes.
It had to be John and his group.
From what he knew, the Zebra Tribe was nothing but a useless collection of plants; he hadn't bothered with them, and now they dared to come to him.
He hadn't expected them to have such tricks up their sleeves!
Aside from John, he couldn't think of anyone else who could have prepared them this well.
"The chieftain, they have some inexplicable means now, maybe we should retreat for now? It'd be better to have some defenses back at the tribe," suggested a lieutenant hesitantly.
But the next second, he felt a sharp pain on his face.
His head was struck, turning to the side uncontrollably, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Even the magical beast beneath him began to tremble, as if it had seen something especially terrifying.
At that moment, Vulture let out a cold laugh.
"Don't forget, you are the bravest warriors. If you want to receive the best from my hands, then you must give your all."
As soon as he said this, everyone else instantly became as invigorated as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their excitement mounting.
Yes, that's right, they had access to even more, better things, and they were determined to obtain them.
Once they had those things, they would become the most powerful beings in the world.
"For the tribe, charge!"
"Everything for the tribe!"
"Kill them, crush their bones to dust!"
Everyone was shouting and cheering wildly.
They spurred their magical beasts forward rapidly.
There were Windwolves, snow leopards, and brown bears—more and more fierce creatures with bared fangs appeared before them, each looking terrifyingly formidable.
Yet, the people of the Panther Tribe were exceedingly thrilled, relentlessly pushing forward.
In the past, the people of the Zebra Tribe would have thought about retreating at this point, needing to dodge the first wave of the assault.
But at this moment, they didn't care about such tactics; instead, they ran forward excitedly, as if only by doing so could they truly rouse themselves.
In the clash between the magical beasts and the serpent, it was almost instantaneous.
The Thorned Rock Serpent's tail swept across the head of a brown bear.
Boom!
The bear let out a painful howl, uncontrollably rolling backwards, even throwing off the rider on its back.
The man landed hard on the ground, spitting blood, appearing to have sustained severe injuries.
Yet, the brown bear didn't stop; instead, it opened its jaws wide and ferociously bit at the serpent's tail.
Just when it seemed like it might escape a fatal blow, another tail quickly coiled around them.
Snap!
With no hesitation, the serpent's tail forcefully slammed the brown bear onto the ground.
In that moment, all that could be heard was the sound of cracking bones.
The bear howled in agony, spitting blood, and lost all consciousness, its eyes dimming rapidly.
Hiss...
Someone gasped sharply, and everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.
They knew the Divine Envoy's pet was formidable and capable of inflicting great damage, but they had not fully realized it could deliver a fatal blow to even such a fearsome beast as the brown bear.
The person who had been controlling the bear didn't even have a chance to react.
He was flung off and trampled to death.
Blood mixed with the mud on the ground looked particularly horrifying, but at this moment, everyone began to get excited involuntarily.
The people of the Zebra Tribe felt exhilarated because they could finally hold their heads high, finally trample these foes underfoot.
Conversely, the Panther Tribe's members were fueled by anger upon seeing their comrades slain.
Just in an encounter, their valiant warriors had sacrificed their lives.
They were determined to avenge their fallen comrades, even if it meant paying a bloody price.
Roar!
Windwolves opened their mouths wide, firing one fireball after another at the serpents' tails.
Simultaneously, the more intelligent primate magical beasts began to use weapons, mimicking the tribespeople.
These weapons, covered in inscriptions, possessed extraordinary power.
Boom!
One fireball after another exploded near the serpents.
Normally, magical beasts would start shaking uncontrollably at this point or even throw their riders off in fear, but these were different.
These were John's summoned creatures, so they exhibited no trace of fear.
They only knew battle, only ceaseless fighting until death!
Snow leopard beasts roared, flashing their sharp claws.
Then, as they swiped their claws, a series of windblades slashed towards their enemies.
One member of the Zebra Tribe wasn't quick enough to dodge and was slashed across the thigh by a windblade.
Instantly, blood flowed, and the scent of blood filled the air, driving the magical beasts into even greater frenzy.
At this moment, it seemed as if something within them was fully ignited; all the magical beasts began to grow agitated, staring intently at the prey before them.
Magical beasts lack their own thoughts, but the one thing they could focus on was obeying their master's commands—to annihilate all the annoying ants before them!
Although the Thorned Rock Serpents lent their support, most of the opponent's magical beasts specialized in long-range attacks.
The warriors of the Zebra Tribe found themselves at a disadvantage.
However, John didn't care about these odds; instead, he scoffed coldly and without any hesitation, hurled abilities at the opposition.
Light Sword Rain!
Windblade!
Fireball!
Fire Meteor!
…
One skill after another crashed into the ranks of the enemy.
Boom, boom, boom!
Explosions followed one after another, deafening to the ears!
Even the opposing magical beasts were startled and seemed to want to flee.
But the people of the Panther Tribe had never experienced anything like this; they had never seen skills raining down from the sky.
They panicked, trying to escape, but in the next second, they were completely overwhelmed by the barrage of skills.
In an instant, the once formidable formation of the Panther Tribe was utterly dispersed.
Once a tribe loses its momentum, they are like stray dogs, merely existing to be subdued by others.
Silver Tear watched the disarray of the opponents with a sense of triumph.
You want a contest of ranged attacks? Then don't forget that John himself is proficient in both melee and ranged combat.
Moreover, his ranged attacks are even more terrifying than his melee.
He is a monster—a monster without any weaknesses!
Vulture clenched his teeth in frustration.
Recognizing those familiar skills, he felt so much hatred that it was almost palpable.
It had to be that bastard John.
However, he hadn't expected that John could still use these skills after being suppressed.
Due to the distance between them, he hadn't seen that John was using his own true form.
He assumed John had, like him, transmigrated into a body on this continent.
But no matter, one way or another, he was determined to kill those people!
And the people of the Panther Tribe looked on in horror at the spectacle before them.
This is… this is divine retribution!