Two Heaven Rank powerhouses were floating in the sky. One of them was very tall, his body emitting a dense, glaring aura comparable to the Great Tribal Chief's.
The other one was thin and frail. He was wearing hide clothes and holding a magic staff, while three smoky fireballs were hovering around him. He was obviously a Beastman Warlock.
Looking at the Beastmen attacking, Morgan, who had just cast an Eagle Sight spell, immediately shouted in alarm, "They are from the Golden Top tribe!"
He clearly felt that this was inconceivable. The appearance of the Blood Fang Tribe, which should have been extinguished a long time ago, was already shocking to them, but now they could also see the Golden Top Tribe. This was enough to show how abnormal this place was.
