The old Gold Beastman slowly landed on the ground and started giving orders as if it was instinctive. But no matter whether it was Gallsworth or Beastmen from other tribes, they were all obediently lowering their heads and listening to this old Beastman's orders.
"As you wish, Sir Cross."
After Cross was done instructing the Beastmen, he immediately turned towards the humans and coldly looked at them as if they were a group of ants he could casually squish.
"Stupid humans, you are the origin of all disasters. How could this disaster befall the Raging Flame Plane if not for your shameful invasion? How could our fertile land become scorched earth?
"Humans are all damned!"
After saying that, Cross immediately extended his hand, and a thick, Extraordinary aura spread out as if it was tangible. The faint golden aura lights slowly blossomed, and the gentle light rapidly condensed into a gigantic golden hand.
