Luckily, most of the Blood Jackal were not able to break the formation and gruesome carnage was left behind. High casualties were inflicted on Blood Jackals. Although the they are a bit stupid, seeing that more and more of its kind are dying, many started retreating.
Above the arena, one of the coordinates made a gesture to the announcer.
"Release the Blood Jackal King!"
Suddenly, an 8-foot haired monster that looked like a Blood Jackal entered the arena. But this monster was walking on its own two feet. Its head has the resemblance of a Blood Jackal but with a bigger and thicker skull. It has a thick hair, torso, legs, and arms of a human. Furthermore, it has extremely sharp claws and teeth that can pierce iron easily.
"A demi-beast!" some of those above in the arena were able to recognize it.
Once it entered the arena, it was able to smell the blood in the air. It found out that almost 600 of its kin were butchered in this place. Extreme sadness came to it.
Tilting its head up above in the sky, it howled six times. When people saw this scene, no one knew if it was cursing for heaven or it is wallowing for its fate and its people. Looking at the arena, it saw countless corpses, human and beast. After running for a little bit and seeing the carnage, it already knew what happened.
Looking above the arena and seeing thousands of people laughing, extreme hate appeared in his eyes. Looking at the special small podium decorated with beauty, he wished that he can run there, tear their skin, and ripped their heart apart one by one. Those were the humans that captured him and his tribe. However, he knew that he is only wishful thinking. The reality is that he is just but a tool to these people: a tool that can easily be disregarded, nothing more and nothing less.
Lowering down its head, seeing some of the humans were cowering in fear, instead of anger, pity was in its mind. He knew that he must play the role of a butcher for his remaining kin to survive.
For the Blood Jackal King, there is only one choice, to kill or be killed. Looking at the formations far away, and seeing its tribe being killed one by one, it removed all the remorse it have toward its enemies.
Then, the Blood Jackal King stopped for a moment, feeling the blood lust in the air, then it looked at the sky. Suddenly, its muscles started twitching and the veins started popping. Its arms started expanding and thickening it as a size of a leg. Now, its limbs grew bigger tripling its size. It chest area expanding to almost 50-60 inches hardening it as strong as tempered steel. It claws is more deadlier than ever, it can cut iron like tofu. Veins started showing on its eyes, then fully covering it with pure blood red.
Opening its mouth, a one long loud howl echoed throughout the arena.
All the fighting stopped for a moment. Those in the arena shuddered and even those are watching started to get nervous. They knew if this beast leaves the arena it will create a havoc throughout the city, of course only if the higher echelons leave them to their fate.
"Awooooooooh" the howl laster for almost 10 seconds
With about 250 Blood Jackals left, it called out its tribe, it announced its presence. All the Blood Jackals in the arena, retreated and run towards the Blood Jackal King. Leading the pack in the front, they ran with full-speed, they found the first human first formation.
Before, it was only the center that has the formation created, however, the other slaves started copying and grouped together. Looking above the arena, multiple kinds of formation and group were created. There are 3 big groups: William who is Lvl 7 was able to gather about 1,500 slaves on the center, Eliot who is Lvl 7 gathered around 1,000 slaves on the northern part of the arena, and Marc who is Lvl 8 gathered around 2,000 slaves, and was located on south side of the arena.
Meanwhile, few minutes earlier.
"Awooooooooh"
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"What in the world was that sound?" many were startled with the sound.
"Just hearing it makes me tremble"
"Sir, should we group up?" a slave who was a soldier before asked.
"Doesn't matter it is only a matter of time we eradicate these dogs," Eliot the one leading the group commented. Confidence with his number, he was not afraid on any monsters coming out. He was a commander of a brigade before, his confidence and experience on the battle gave him courage. Not only that, the slaves he is leading has also high morale.
"See, the dogs are retreating!" the slave shouted as while laughing.
"Kill those who run!"
His charisma and battle skills affected the confidence of his troops as well, winning them a couple of battles. In their mind, if they follow this man, for sure they will be able to come out in this arena.
On the other side of the group, Zane heard the howl as well. He was covered with goosebumps and sweat. Not knowing what the enemy is making him nervous. He is very eager to scan it with his eyes.
His 6 perception is giving him a warning of a stronger opponent. He started to prepare for the worst. Looking at his experience points, 05/1000. He has been killing non-stop, he heard the sound of level-up just right before the howl.
"Where should I put the stat and skill?" Zane has three attributes unallocated and 1 skill points unallocated.
With the danger ahead, he doesn't want to add the stats recklessly.
"I will wait for a little bit," he decided.