On Jake's side, his battle cry had achieved the desired result. Within fifty meters, there were no more Zhorions or Players to stand in his way. Those within that perimeter were, with rare exceptions, in a state unfit to put up any resistance.
A few Zhorions who had attacked from behind had only partially suffered from the sound blast, but Jake's mental attack was multi-directional. No psychic attacks had reached him and the intimidation stemming from his Apex Predator Glyph and killing intent had dampened the courage of even the most reckless of his foes.
Taking a lofty look at the powerless enemies around him, Jake snorted, then gradually deactivated the force field under his feet to test the platform's solidity.
He was both delighted and disappointed that the ground did not give way. Delighted because he didn't have to waste his attention and energy and disappointed because the entire platform was made of a dark material that his Earth Control Skill couldn't affect.
