The Phoenix's appearance had crushed the mercenaries' confidence into dust. In the presence of such a powerful magical beast, no one dared to move a single step.
The large group of mercenaries stood rooted to their spot like a stone statue while their magical beasts sprawled on the ground as they trembled.
What exactly was a mythical-level beast?
A mythical-level beast was like gods. They were powerful, sacred, and irresistible, and even the fiercest magical beast could not defeat a mythical-level beast.
At that very moment, everyone's hearts were filled with dread.
Du Lang stood at the rear of the group as he looked at the massive and sacred Phoenix with shock in his eyes.
He had correctly guessed that the Phoenix was not just a simple eighth-ranked magical beast. He had also predicted that it would be more powerful than anyone's expectations. No word could aptly describe the shock that he felt when he was the creature of rumor.
