The group of behemoths fell quiet for an instant. Then, those in the innermost circle took two steps forward.
Winston's unfocused gaze instantly returned to clarity as he forced himself to get his act together and get up. He glanced at the group of behemoths around him warily.
When behemoths were in a group, they were invincible like a group of zombies. If they attacked Winston, he'd have to enter a chaotic battle again. Although he might not necessarily die, the chances of him escaping were very low. It'd take strength, brains, and luck.
Thankfully, the behemoths weren't zombies who only knew to eat. They also knew about the survival of the fittest, and they had feelings of horror in their bones. It was impossible for them to not fear the beastman who had won against the behemoth king.
Therefore, when Winston looked over, the behemoths who had taken two steps forward immediately backed off.
